Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Weekly Wonderings #25

Don't Net Me In
1. Just a couple of days before school, we went to Safari West, a place that seemed like it was going to be pretty darn cool. The Brownies and accompanying siblings seemed to enjoy it. I was unimpressed. I’m sure part of it had to do with my overall dislike of the whole zoo experience. Makes me sad for the animals. But I keep that opinion to myself, or at least I don’t share it with kids. What does one woman ask that had me essentially ROFLMAO? “Are the cheetahs roaming free?” She was serious. Really.

2. I did like the tour guide’s description of the addax: they can go all their lives without drinking water, their needs being taken care of by succulents, dew, etc. They don’t sweat. They don’t pant. They hardly ever pee. My kind of pet. Perhaps even my kind of mate?

3. The birds are at the top of the highest tree, plotting their great escape from the netting.

4. My friend J, noticing the deer outside the fenced-in grounds said, “They’re coming to see the internment camp.”

5. There are three cheetahs. Two are together. They were born in captivity. The other one, “saved” from its injuries in the wild, is kept apart from the other two, will never be able to associate with them, really, as they’re relatively domesticated in comparison. So that song, “Lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely,” kept running through my head.

6. The day before school started, I said to the youngest, “You’re not nervous about kindergarten.” He said, “No, besides, it’s not like the last time I’m seeing you.”

7. But that, as dear regular readers surely know, has not been his attitude at all. He’s been terribly stressed about the whole thing. And I’ve been thinking how much more attached to me the lad seems to be since this whole kindergarten thing started. I said, “You sure you wouldn’t like Daddy to come with us? Maybe that would make you feel better.” “No, if he came, I’d cry so much more.” Bastard. Oh, right, he’s the one that isn’t.

8. Isn’t it rather embarrassing that the photo I took from the ether draws more praise than the poems I wrote?

9. What is it with me and poetry, anyway? What drives me to try to do something that I always felt was so contrived in me? It’s as if the angst and depth of emotion I felt as a teen – when last I wrote poetry – has come back. Silly me.

10. And, so, the poetry will continue for now. I’ve decided that I really don’t have much shame, that I’ll put just about anything out there. Not unlike my decision to go bra-less in this unrelenting heat. As long as I’m okay with it, that’s all that matters.


Jeni said...

Loved your take on Safari West. Sat here reading it and chuckling away. Don't you just love the questions/comments some people make though -usually people who you may have originally thought were semi-intelligent too? Reminds me of a story about when my daughter worked in a bank and safe deposit boxes. Hmmm. Might be a good topic to blog about, ya know. Keep doing whatever you're doing that you're comfortable with -great attitude there!

Anonymous said...

Ahhhh, going bra-less...sometimes it is the only way to endure the heat!

Anonymous said...

We also went to Safari West and weren't impressed. The brochure made it look like a real safari, when it mostly was a collection of sleeping giraffes. Luckily, there were some wineries nearby.


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