Actually I knew full well it was Sunday because we did the Sunday stuff and then added on a walk to the zoo (do I ever get tired of the place? Not yet.) and we also went to the movies. That’s a lot of hand holding time. The weather here has been inexplicably beautiful unless you consider climate change and I am thinking about that in Part Two of the Hyberbolic Reef post. I have that almost written, need to do some linkage and some photo uploads but right now I’m hustling. I have a full day of work at the zoo: an educational tour for 40 school children and their respective teachers and chaperones and then the Lowland Gorilla talk in the afternoon. The tour is one we call “Predator and Prey” and we spend our time in the big cat house and then the hoofstock area with the takins, gazelles, reindeer and zebras. No matter how clean the place is, hoofstock smell like- well, you know, a bunch of cows. Also, one of the zebras walks in a small circle because she has a persistent inner ear issue. She gets excellent care and seems otherwise content and happy; she just walks in small circles. A PETA person was there last week and said something insightful like, “She wouldn’t be doing that if she weren’t in captivity” and I said (to myself, drippy sarcastic tone) no, we should probably put her in with the lions and be done with it. I don’t know all the answers. I think boxing is an inane sport that addles people’s brains but I don’t spend much time at the boxing ring trying to convince the other spectators.
Speaking of boxing, World Championship Boxing is in town this week and next. This is a small taste of Olympic type activity and the city is rolling out the red carpet. Rich will be very busy with that so I’m heading to Florida where I have my own project going. The internet in the house should be working when I get there (ha!) so I’ll post from there. I’ll be needing me some serious good fung kenju mojo for this one. I may return in time for the finals in the Championship if Rich gets good seats, because even if I don’t understand why a bunch of men want to punch each other senseless, I admit I wouldn’t mind watching the final exciting go around.
So, I’m off. Reef should be here first thing tomorrow and then, ta-da, Martha Stewart Run Amok takes over. Plus some Snarl updates which are always fun for me.
Remember this little Francois Langur, a few days old, from a post last month? Yesterday, repaired camera in tow, I noticed that for the very first time he has escaped mama’s grasp, by an inch or two. I still say they should name him Opie.
Have a great start to your week.