Carol's random babble

Yes, we're going to the Straw Poll. I'm a registered Democrat and Kent isn't registered to vote at all, but that doesn't matter. We're going, we'll vote for our candidate and we'll see the sights. I wonder who we'll see there ...

It was sprinkling earlier - a foretaste of what would come. Kent is at the laundromat and I was on the computer for only a few minutes when Amanda whispered in my ear "hamster." I looked over, saw no movement. I got up and stood next to the aquarium. It was true - Hammy is dead. It looks like she got stuck under her wheel and tried to get out of the aquarium. Her face is all scraped. I told Cayla to come outside with me. I knew if I told her inside, she would look. I'd like to spare her the sight of Hammy's scraped face. She asked if something was wrong and I nodded. "Hammy," I said, and she began to cry. We're fixing a box now with pretty flowered fabric. We have lace to tie the box up. I will try to place Hammy in there before Cayla sees ... on her side so her face won't show. It is the first time one of our pets has died, so it is Cayla's first, closest grief.