I think my brain is twittering. I'm thinking about what I could post all the time. I started tweeting on twitter or twittering.

When I came out of the door my house this morning to I heard the birds singing. They were singing sweetly. But I remember a day when I came out the door and the birds were talking!

Or so it seemed to me. There was a big tree seemingly full of birds all gossiping to one another about me! Most distressing naturally.

Down the road there were dogs and they were talking too. Glad that went away.

Natasha Richardson died. It does seem sad, and I feel for her husband Liam. I didn't remember that she was Vanessa Redgrave's daughter. I just posted about Vanessa and Jane Fonda in the movie Julia.

I thought the whole movie Nell was just amazing, all of the acting and cinematography. Jody Foster did an amazing job in the title role. (I don't think I could be a movie reviewer. I have such a hard time remembering and explaining movies.) Nell was living out in a cabin in the woods somewhere--a beautiful, mountainous place, a woman left to herself as crazy and feared. She speaks in a way vaguely perceptible as King James English. I don't remember how Liam and Natasha come in exactly, but they are trying to help her, and understand her speech. They were living on a boat, or maybe just Natasha was. Natasha I seem to remember having this wonderful sensibility and grounded-ness to her. I suppose such things can be attributed to the script, but I sense she was really like that in real life.

I think I saw the movie Nell after the birds thing happened to me. And feeling sort of "out in the woods and abandoned" I could really relate to that movie.