All illustrations for this story were developed in vector software and painted in Essentials.
PART 2, My girlfriend Dee
That Saturday I biked down to Greenwich Village to join my girlfriend Dee. We had met in class at the museum. She and three other girls shared a loft in the village. All the girls were involved in art or crafting and had converted a large portion of their living space into a studio. Dee especially needed lots of room because of her attraction to paintings of humongous size.
It was interesting watching the way she began a new canvas. It started like a construction project rather than art. Some of her pieces were large enough to need a ladder. For much of her work, she painted using big, inexpensive brushes purchased from the hardware store. After completion, the paintings were impressive. They were also hairy because those cheap brushes shed like a bear's butt in June. "Bristle chic," she called it.
Dee and I rode our bicycles to the Mid-Manhattan library to research an upcoming project at school. With that task finished, we could spend the rest of the morning educating ourselves on budgies. After lunch the two of us went over to the pet store to see if the blue parakeet was still there. If so, great, but if not, the bird thing was kaput.
The display was no longer in the window, but the budgie was still for sale. I bought the little bird along with the suggested essentials including a cage. Everything was tied on our bikes except the bird. He rode to my apartment in a ventilated box inside my backpack. The covering would spare him the intimidation from herds of yellow cabs whizzing past only inches away. That afternoon we welcomed the bird to his new home.
He needed a name; Dee suggested 'Bobble'. She thought it fit because of the way the little guy frequently bobbed his head. This made us laugh. Bobble it would be.
She held Bobble while I trimmed the flight feathers on both wings. This prevented flying and the likelihood of injuries during the taming phase. The feathers would grow back in four or five weeks. That would give the bird time to adjust to his new surroundings. By then he would feel safe living with a giant who had the forward facing eyes of a predator and a mouth full of teeth.
Jumping ahead a few months...(My pal Bobble, cont. in Part 3)
I ditto Ron. And add wonderful!