Speechless (& Illustration Friday: Journey)

When I was a kid my mom had a canary who never sang. Never ever. His name was Sunshine, yet shortly after we got him all his bright orange feathers fell out, to be replaced slowly by drab white. He had been dyed by the petshop owner. My dad found a beautiful bamboo cage, which turned out to be full of mites that ate Sunshine's feathers. He never recovered from that episode, even after we switched him to an ugly metal cage. ...This week I feel kinda like Sunshine,  a worsening sore throat blossomed into a cold, and now laryngitis. I whispered all day at school yesterday, and had students speak for me. VERY frustrating.
Yet, there is something calm about this silent world I am in right now. Hmmmm.....


  1. Oh, poor Sunshine. But what a lovely cage! Hope you are feeling better soon.

  2. Thanks Ruth, Patti and Linda,
    yes I am finally on the way back to my old self. And I have my voice back.


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