I can’t decide whether that is good news or bad news- probably good, with survival benefits and all, but when I stretch it into a metaphor for this online journal…yawn. An awful lot of posts are starting to look alike and I despair of any really new, great reading material waddling in soon. Here, not at your place. Yours are all new and exciting to me. Actually, the penguins at the zoo are pretty exciting, too, although the new one is still under belly on the brood patch of mama or papa. Maybe next week.
It’s a hot time, summer in the city. Mostly wandering around at the zoo, back of my neck getting gritty. You know the tune. I am in the middle of a post about the zoo and my love hate relationship with them (zoos) and the challenges of life in captivity and then stretching THAT into a metaphor for my life. Since this may be the beginning of a novel, I wonder if that means Robin Andrea, who showed up in a dream for the benefit of that post, becomes a character in my novel? Don’t panic, R.A., it won’t be in a bookstore near you soon (aka, in this lifetime).
Let’s see, what’s new?
Two surgeries coming up. Why yes, one would be too easy, too light a sentence for whatever crime I committed during this karmic quarter. I have no idea- maybe it’s at the point where I’m being punished for even thinking about taking out a contract on someone. That doesn’t seem right or fair- thoughts are thoughts and unless you’re motivated crazy, really bad ones don’t become actions- but yes, I was considering a 2-fer this month. The world really would be a better place. Anyway, instead I get two surgeries. Both surgeries involve removing things from my body- one in the hinterparts and one on my back, requiring plasic surgery. (Laurie Anderson is singing, "Well I stopped in at the Body Shop, Said to the guy:
I want stereo FM installed in my teeth. And take this mole off my back
and put it on my cheek. And uh…while I’m here, why don’t you give me
some of those high-heeled feet?*) except I don’t want this one on my cheek, which is only now healing from the 6 spots removed last week. Jesus! See how she never stops whining? And I’m going to smack my mum when I meet up with her. SPF ON YOUR BABIES!!! In the end, we’re hoping less is more.
Lost Loon Lodge, here I come. Not without some trepidation, I’m driving up to see the Bud and Jan Show only partly minus Jan next week. Her absence up there is, well, a presence. The cat sits on her box of ashes glaring at the world through slitty eyes- ears back and flat or perked up and listening enthusiastically depending on her mood-and Bud reads my mother articles from behind the paper (he has the paper up and forgets she’s not on the couch- or pretends she is) and I think he’s starting to channel her at county zoning commission meetings. He’s not eating well enough because he just doesn’t care about food beyond the energy factor, so I’m planning on taking a lot of food, stocking the freezer with easy to thaw meals and running him out to a couple of his favorite restaurants while I’m there.
There’s an overworked husband around here somewhere. Who would think that the 2016 Olympics would need to have all this planning done in 2007- and they’re still only a wish and a hope at that. While he’s been busy figuring out what to do with 600 non-English speaking boxers this Fall (an important opportunity to showcase their hosting abilities for such sporting events) I’ve been planning a vacation for us.
In order to understand the concept of vacation I had to look up the word in the dictionary and while it’s no where near honeymoon (the one we will get to at some point) it’s also far from the listing for "boondoggle" which is most of what we do together. I’m certainly not complaining about all the fine boondoggles but we need to pack the fly fishing gear and dump the Blackberry.(Last September when he got his new company Blackberry he would carefully place it flat on the table and poke it with this anxious jerky motion, one letter or digit every few seconds. Now, he thinks I don’t realize that, although his eye contact over the linen table cloth is sincere-sometimes he bats his eyelashes to look seductive-he’s reading several pdf files and rendering opinions under the table. Blackberry footsie.) I had to plan this vacation around doctors and conventions and visiting children and trips to the Yoopie so, of course, there wasn’t much left in the way of hotels. Also, ringing in my ears is the admonishment to use "perks and points" since we spent everything on the Florida addition this past year. If I gave you all the details of this trip you would be so impressed (and understand why I’ve been too occupied on hold-your-call-is-very-important-to-us to write here) but suffice it to say that I have wrangled round trip airfare to Seattle, 2 nights at the W Hotel there, a rental car for a week and five nights on the San Juan Islands for under 1200. And lest you think we are going to be slumming it on those beautiful pricey islands, we’re not. We’re going to be camping.
Camping, you say? Pitching a tent, sleeping on rocks, reeking of campfire smoke? I think not…
So, that’s most of the news from here. Dan’s tour wraps up this weekend in Chicago after 35 cities and great sell out crowds. Literally sold out, unfortunately. Pitchfork Music Festival has no tickets left, nada, so I may end up seeing my son only when/if he shows up to crash here with friends. Time to get pushy, yes? I can’t really be held responsible for failing to realize that he is that hot a property- mother’s don’t think of their children that way- and I NEED tickets.
The Snarl is working herself silly in Florida. If I didn’t know better I’d think she’s into saving money for a house or more trips to Africa or something. She has about three jobs going and the nanny one keeps her tied up during the day so she can’t get over to the financial aid office where they have made a grievous error on her balance and put a hold on her registration. She retrieved the check from the bank, written and cashed, and they mumbled okay, right and never fixed it. I said, take care of it and she said, I always have these children in tow and I said, "Perfect. Use your head. Take them swimming all morning and then feed them lots of sugar for lunch and then, an hour after naptime should have started take them with you to the financial aid office and announce that you are not leaving until they correct your balance sheet and you have permission to register in hand. You’ll be amazed."
You are mistaken if you think I haven’t noticed:
-4th of July banners, sidewalk flowers, funny shoes, thinly veiled travel agent hype…
-Goats, puppies, ringworm, lice, doggy diarrhea (use Nature’s Miracle. If it works for feline mega bowel it will work for you.)
– Zen realtors, zen moments, zen bunnies
– Fish stories and a new piping plover banner
– Cow eyes, pretty peepers and wild flowers
-Digamy, summer camp and 7-7-07 (t’was Rich’s birthday, too!)
-Crocodiles and magic carpets
and terriers, and ponds and nymphs-on the water and on the balancing beam- and xenomorphs and that magic shawl you’re knitting and Harry Potter reviews and Chattanooga and psychocats and some moments of silence and calm on the west coast and so forth. I’ve been around. WENDE. I’ve been around- didn’t even miss the sermon on Sunday.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!
The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,
the work of the hands of a cunnning work(wo)man. (Solomon 7:1)
(I guess, really, I can’t comment on your joints, but the handiwork and the shoes!) I’ve been around and enjoying the visits. I just don’t have anything in particular to add, especially as I conserve words for this maybe book. A person only has so many, you know, and of those only one or two out of a pageful are any good. Hope you’re enjoying these warm sultry days.
(*Well I stopped in at the Body
Shop Said to the guy: I want stereo FM installed in my teeth And take
this mole off my back and put it on my cheek. And uh…while I’m here,
why don’t you give me some of those high-heeled feet? And he said:
Listen there’s no guarantee Nature’s got rules and Nature’s got laws
but listen look out for the monkey’s paw And I said: Whaaat? He said:
The gift of life it’s a twist of fate It’s a roll of the die It’s a
free lunch A free ride But Nature’s got rules and Nature’s got laws And
if you cross her look out! It’s the monkey’s paw It’s sayin: Haw haw!
It’s saying Gimme five! It’s sayin: Bye bye! I know a man he lost his
head He said: The way I feel I’d be better off dead. He said: I got
everything I ever wanted Now I can’t give it up It’s a trap, just my
luck! The gift of life it’s a leap of faith It’s a roll of the die It’s
a free lunch A free ride The gift of life it’s a shot in the dark It’s
the call of the wild It’s the big wheel The big ride But Nature’s got
rules and Nature’s
got laws And if you cross her look out! It’s the monkey’s paw! You
better Stop! Look around! Listen! You- could- be- an- oca- rina-
salesman- going- from- door- to- door. Or- would- you- like- to- swing-
on- a- star- and- carry- moon- beams- home? Or- next- time- around-
you- could- be- a- small- bug- Or- would- you- like- to- be- a- fish?
The gift of life it’s a twist of fate It’s a roll of the die it’s a
free lunch A free ride The gift of life it’s a shot in the dark It’s
the call of the wild It’s the big wheel The big ride But Nature’s got
rules and Nature’s got laws And if you cross her look out! It’s the
monkey’s paw It’s singin’: Gimme Five! It’s singin’: Bye-Bye!)