Well, swell. In a month when I did nothing but weep and whine and gnash my teeth about female parts gone south, Hoss says I wrote the perfect post on trash compactors. By and large, it’s been like the off season when the only thing playing at the movies are those horror flicks with teenagers engaged in some mild adolescent pranks, unwittingly unleashing the Hounds of Hell, who come at them through cell phones and televisions. (Actually, that was the only one of that genre I ever saw but the trailers suggest they’re all alike, ala my recent entries. That bad.)
And, in fact, it was only a bad post month over here. Every one else was on their toes, posting great observations of human behavior, wit, nature and photography, as usual. Lucinda (one of the mothers of The Perfect Post Awards, along with Momma K*), for example, did a stellar post that got everybody hopping up and down about challenges, real or imagined, of being a SAHM. Raehan and Mary, when they post, are always at the top of their game. My favorite tree huggers (bird watchers, beetle and dragonfly aficionados) continued the trek into summer with stunning observations and photographs. Roxanne always delivers. Gene, aka Hoss, never fails to make me laugh- and you don’t hear him complaining about aches and pains and wheezes.
Over here, all last month, it was whine whine whine. So now I’m really embarrassed and I’m considering that it’s entirely possible Hoss was out to get me in giving me this award. And that reminds me that I’m behind on about 3 memes but I’m definitely going to mend my ways, starting this afternoon. A meme will be up, a new baby at the zoo and, after two years, I’ve gotten out my manual in hopes that it will provide some tips for shooting fireworks photos because no one else will have those up this week, no. Right at the moment I need to race over to the zoo and test out on the hardest house of all: Small Mammals and Reptiles. But first, you’ll be relieved to know that I just now deep-sixed the post where I complain endlessly about going to the dermatologist and being attacked by "hornets in a can" with the subsequent festering spots all over my face and hands.
Around here we got a new attitude, I tell you. Hoss, for reasons that totally mystify me, says you’ll have good luck if you say "rabbit,rabbit" on the first of the month. So thanks a lot, Hoss and "rabbit,rabbit" to you. The gardens at Oz Park are full of baby bunnies right now, here in the heart of the city and I do always feel fortunate to see them.
* Speaking of Momma K, this is the month when I get to meet some of the most perfect posters in cyberspace. Chicago is hosting BlogHer- you all knew that- and towards the end of this month Navy Pier will be swarming with women I want to meet. Not so badly that I’ll actually venture onto the pier (well, I might venture out onto the pier but between that much
estrogen talent and the Ferris wheel, it’s going to be a scary place for a few days…) but I do plan to hole up with some of the greats at a party or two. Mamacita, Momma K, Grace, Jen…the list is long and I’m excited. Anyone want to sign up for a private tour of the zoo?