Those who know me well know that in the days immediately before I'm due to set off on a big trip, the best thing to do is keep away from me. I cease entirely to be the sweet-tempered frolicking teddy bear beloved of millions. The combination of packing, the anticipation of air travel, and the wrapping up of a thousand work details turns me into Vlad the Impaler, only without the wry sense of humor.
About the only person who seems to be able to calm me down is C, who managed to get me out of the apartment and into the fresh air (or what passes for it around here) for much of the weekend.
On Saturday, he good-naturedly accompanied me to the Zen Center to celebrate Vesak–Buddha's birthday. A merry time was had by all, though I was disappointed that they did not attempt to put 2,500 candles into the cake. The cake was very pretty, topped by a blue frosting elephant. C said if he were Buddha he'd rather have a big Mrs. Field's cookie with a Power Ranger on it.
On Monday, we paid a visit to the Lincoln Park Zoo, a short distance from our neighborhood, and I was able to lose myself for a little while in photography. I will be using a new telephoto lens on the trip, and this was a great chance to work with it.
We saw a leopard. Leopards always make me think of Gloria Swanson.
We saw a feisty, one-legged bird of some sort.
I often look like this on Monday mornings.
We saw a monkey who was contemplating the fact that George W. Bush still has more than nine hundred days left in his final term.
We learned that in monkey families, just as in human families, naptime is often mostly for the benefit of the adults.
We found a monkey who has evidently been practising yoga.
If I could do this, I'd give up my day job and go into porn.
And I took a picture of my favorite monkey of them all.
Gotta go. Break's over. Time to slap a couple people.