Brydn 2003 Montana Travel Journal: The Judge, the Owner and the Jockey

Brydn 2003 Montana Travel Journal: The Judge, the Owner and the Jockey

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My pet bird dies back in Portland, Oregon. The Judge calls the Owner and the Jockey in for reruns. The front gate lady gets taken to the hospital for heat stroke. My room has bugs.


After eating breakfast, I go out to the head-on tower with a monitor and modulator to check the image off the head-on camera. The filter and the gain are set to night settings. I adjust these settings to automatic. The tower has only two outlets so I can't plug in both monitor and modulator at the same time. At 12:30PM I go out to the back side and set up that camera. Megan calls earlier to let me know that Yoko finch had perked up after laying a miss shaped egg. It's now one o'clock and I have to play the 5th race re-runs for Rawley the judge, the owner of a horse and it's jockey. Just as I'm about to start when Megan calls again to say she arrived home to find that Tom Petty, my bird, is dead on the bottom of his cage. She says he was fine that morning and that she had him on her shoulder. This is hard for me at the time because I'm talking to the judge on the intercom at the same time Megan is telling me this on the phone. Plus, I don't have the head-on angle for the judge. With the new deck and the new tapes, the rest of the day goes well. The master deck goes down, but it turns out to be the monitor cable. The weather is hot and windy. I feel bad about loosing Tom. He was a good friend for many years. I ask Megan to bury him next to Squeaky Weaver. After work, Ken and I get dinner at Penny's restaurant. We stop at Albertsons for a card and flowers for the lady at the Fairground's entrance gate who got sunstroke and went to the hospital. They've sent her home by the time we get there. We look her up in the phone book and take the card and flowers to her house. I go back to the room. I'm covered with dust and sweat. I take a shower and get cleaned up. After that, I just go to bed around 10:30PM.

7/20/3.
I wake up at 6AM with a beetle bug biting my hand. Just killed another one. In looking around, there's more of them on the curtains.