It’s February 1st and as everyone (who is anyone, i.e, me) knows, it’s Meercat Day. There is never a day when the meercat fails to see his shadow. This is one reason why it would make sense to retire Punxsutawney Phil and replace him with Kalahari Kleo. Spring has never started on Feb 3, at least in Pennsylvania or Michigan and shadow or no shadow, we’re in for another six weeks of dreariness, at least in these parts. Also, meercats eat scorpions and other pesky insects rather than my tomatoes (one big bite out of each freshly ripe tomato, not to put too fine a spin on it). They are generally very polite and don’t need to come back repeatedly to relearn life’s lessons; they coexist in a very democratic mob (A mob of meercats. It’s true. Like a raft of otters, it’s a mob of meerkats.) with an equal division of labor and bugs for all. They like their children and take good care of them. Mostly, like Chance the Gardener, in Jerzy Kozinski’s Being There, they stand around and watch. And watch. And watch. They just keep an eye on what’s happening around the neighborhood.
I snapped this handsome guy at Busch Gardens a couple weeks ago. I watched him for quite a while- and he watched me.
Yesterday, this site, with no small thanks to my friend Gene, had about a bazillion visitors. Almost as many as Mobil-Enron has profits. So many people came by to say hello and send good wishes of support and concern along to Bill and the 322nd Civil Affairs Brigade in Iraq! I can’t begin to tell you how much this means to him, to them and to us- the family. We worry about him every day and anxiously wait to celebrate his return, hopefully this summer. I want to thank you, every one of you, for taking a moment to add a comment. I’m going to wait until tomorrow and then print that post out and hard copy it to Bill. He’ll post it in the dining area where it will bring good cheer to many fine men and women in his group. Thank you.
Today, I’m going to make like a meercat and come watch what’s happening around the neighborhood. I have some catch-up to do: hope I didn’t miss the party, see if that baby has been born yet, hunt down my neighbor who moved. And since it’s February 1st, I’ll leave you a weather report when I come by.