happy 88, mom. i got up at sunrise with olive palestine this morning. the moon was descending, and there was a fire on the horizon to the west of us. here's a panorama for you from the obamachron playground to downtown, including the vista homes fire escape where i used to see the kestrels watching the sunset or eating mice in the morning. you won't see this as you don't use the computer anymore and your smart phone is confusing, but you will know i'm thinking of you even if you forget i called. i remember you used to say i was just thinking of you when i called. i hope you are enjoying the nut box we sent, and the coloring books. love, doug