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A cool, cloudy day in the land of jazz.  Bellex, I have to get used to saying and typing her new name, brought home some dixieland jazz, she calls it and plays it over and over.  She won't look or answer to the old one, and Rosie almost growls at me, not quite but close enough.

"Listen closely," she'll say and then put some Louis Armstrong on the ihome thing. I'm getting used to it and it makes a lot of sense after awhile.  She calls them by their first names, Satch, Pete, Fats, and a bunch I'm not sure about, yet.

I've been starting and stopping and working on some paintings.  Bell Baby took some away and I don't know where they're at now.  She lets me get away with that name, but not much else.

New Orleans is unlike any city we've been to so far.  Not that we've been to a lot of places yet.  I've started a series of finch paintings.  I've finished one Charm of Finches and just began another.

Finch charms will be fun for another couple of paintings.