(This post was written a few days ago and post dated. I am in Chicago-brrrr-this weekend but the second part of the post I wrote yesterday, will, in fact, appear here tomorrow or Monday. Have a wonderful weekend and stay warm!)
In my ongoing effort to make myself indispensable to the seals and hissing cockroaches I scheduled a trip back to the Windy City for a zoo day this coming Monday. That’s a big deal, given the weather continuum and St. Petersburg versus Chicago. Who knew the Naked Moles celebrated Presidents Day, for pete’s sake? Actually they don’t and the zoo is open 365 days per year; they just won’t have Naked Mole educators on President’s Day, standing by to explain, "No, those aren’t the babies. Those are the grownups. No, they never grow fur. That’s why they’re called naked.
Would you rather have fur or be naked? No,there are no babies right now."
A recent docent notes/vet report read, "All Naked Mole offspring presumed consumed" but that’s not for sharing with the public. However, between some of the ditzy questions people ask and the oddities of animal behavior, I can see where being an animal educator could bring out the wise ass in me. Sshhh. Anyway, Monday is a docent day off. But, rather than waste a ticket, I’m flying back and then I’ll fly back again to get in another zoo day and test out on the small mammal and reptile division of the zoo the first week in March, just before Bud comes here for his visit.
Illinois celebrates both Lincoln’s birthday AND President’s Day, right in a row. That seems a bit much to me; just more days without mail, not that they need a holiday for that in Chicago. It also begs the question, why just Presidents? I mean,
Walmart and Needless MarkUp Days Jesus and turkey, yes, but presidents? And since we’re a global village, why aren’t we doing Canaan Sodindo Banana? (What kind of mother would name her son Canaan Banana? She obviously didn’t anticipate that he would become a president.) We could have furniture sales to celebrate Banana just as easily.
I think in February we should have a long weekend devoted to Elizabeth Zimmerman and another to George Frederic Handel. On one we could have knitting marathons and the other listen to great music. Anyway, I’ll fly back, check on the house, dine with my favorite neighbors, go to a play and on Monday, I’ll be the lone docent wandering the zoo. Maybe I’ll take that day to celebrate the birth of Copernicus with the Sichuan Takins.
How will you be enjoying the long weekend?
"Knit on with confidence and hope, through all crises" (E. Zimmerman, 1910-1999)