First off, rumors that it was my birthday were flat out wrong. It was Kenju’s birthday, it is my stepdaughter’s birthday and it was my sister’s birthday but it was not mine. Believe me when I tell you that I will find a way to let you know when my birthday is upon me. I was thinking this might be one of those years when I do a birthday suit self-portrait photograph that I won’t share with Book Club, My Ass. BTW, did you know that United Nations Day is this month?
When I go to write something here at WordPress, there’s a line that reads, “your drafts:…” Lest you think I just sit around playing online Scrabble, here are some recent posts that I wrote, you haven’t read and now, they seem quite stale. Interestingly enough, some of these are the ones I would make chapters in a book and of course, since NaNoWriMo month is close at hand, I’m again thinking about the book. I’m not going to do NaNoWriMo.
A brief history of my teeth, in which I describe how it came to be that the only relationship I had with a dentician was a highly mercurial Tooth Fairy, resulting in a life long phobia. That part is interesting; it starts to wear thin when I talk about my attempts at reparation.
I guess “lazy” isn’t a world view, in which I answer questions for one of those online identity quizzes and discover that, really, I’m just lazy. This is old news and not worth reporting here.
The garage is alive, with the sound of music. Here I write about how the gene for musical talent skips a generation and my fervent attempts to squelch it in my children. This is a very interesting post, because it reveals a lot about my father’s motivation in parenting and the hysterically funny trauma of my youth at the hands of my Maalox guzzling piano teacher, Mrs. Nagly.
Julienned and flash-crisped leeks. You can do this without further ado. But I would like to write a book of essays/recipes and I think I could do this very nicely, with photos (once the camera is repaired.)
He Dances like a White Boyd. The absolutely hands-down funniest bird-lovers bird video you have ever seen. Ever. Having written that much, I can’t figure out how to get a whole post out of it. This one would NOT be a chapter in my book. Clever cockatoo but I thought of this title.
Toy Soldiers. This is, in fact, being released at a blog near you this Christmas. I will be proud of this one, as I am the Buckminster Fuller Christmas Story. Similarly, it’s mostly true.
A Two-letter Word for BS. A list of the crap words strangers in Halifax come up with when playing online Scrabble. Fat bastard Canucks. Includes my happy dance when I spelled “sinuate”, tacked it on to “jackets”, scored 91 points and got a bingo.
I’ve started doing tours at the zoo and this coming Monday I’ll be behind-the-scenes with a major donor. This is a great deal for me because I get to see what other people pay very big bucks to see. In preparation, I’ve been spending more time there. Here’s a little guy of note: an African Dwarf Crocodile, endangered species. We’re very proud of his father who goes by the handle of R1; he’s 67 years old, been with our zoo since childhood and is proud of his very first batch of (five) offspring. Makes you wonder what finally set things in motion, yes?