I've been making jewelry for awhile, and this past weekend I was a vendor at my first formal art show, Art in the Park in Lathrup Village, Michigan. (You can read a bit about it here.) This was, I think, only my third time away from Harley since he's moved in with us. Here he is, helping me pack:

Needless to say, Harley was very unhappy to have me gone. Apparently, he leaned Bruce around the house a few times, looking for me. Friday night, when Bruce tried to put him in his cage for bed, he hurled himself around the cage a few times, and he finally slept on the wrong perch. Saturday night he fell asleep on the perch in the window of the bedroom, woke Bruce up (who was dozing on the bed) at about midnight for about an hour of scritches, and finally went to bed in his cage, several hours late. Needless to say, when I walked into the house on Sunday I pretty much dropped everything so I could pick Harley up and tell him how much I missed him.

No obvious grudges, we're fine now. Um, except I have a four-day show next week. And Bruce has to go to DC for work for two of those days. So, uh, if the world ends, you'll know why. If that's any consolation. Sorry.