Our Babies

Papa: Recently we adopted. It was fairly expensive but at our age you have to pay what they want and get what they have. It was Nana’s idea, though it had been lurking in the back of mine for quite some time. Once she brought it up I just couldn’t say no. I pretended to resist. “Don’t you think we’re getting too old for this!” “No!” she said, “It’s not like we have to take care of them during the night. We’ll just stick em in the garage and check them in the morning.” “OOOOOK!” said I. “What about travel?” “We can hook them on the back of the car, strap them really tight and off we go!” We were asked if color mattered. ‘Course not. So one is red and the other is, well, I don’t know that color exactly, kinda violet or something. Maybe you can help from the baby pictures. It felt a little odd sitting on them but how else are you going to get them to go!! Not surprisingly they behave much better with chains. To get them to stop what they are doing you just squeeze real hard.

We’ve gone all over with them. We are certainly not experts. Don’t want to go too far or the whining will start and just not end! And that is Nana! So we have to limit ourselves. Now on our little journey beginning really soon…Look to the left! Not long now!…we have some big plans for them. Roads, and trails and hanging on the back for thousands of miles. I think they will do just fine! Not much use if you can’t ride them hard.

I’ve been trying to take some wildlife photos around the house so I could pretend to have taken the pictures down the road, where in spite of often being surrounded by wilderness we will probably see nothing that hasn’t been run over a dozen times. I fixed up the neighbors’ dog to look like a moose, blurred the picture, and voila! But I need more to fill up the photo book. We have a tiny, itsy pond in the front and there is a really big frog that lives there joyously eating anything that comes flying by in the night, attracted by the street lamp. I think he has a mate because there are times when I think I hear two splashes after a lot of noise making. He hears really well and I will notice him diving from quite a distance from me reacting to the sound of my approach. So I took the tripod, set up my camera and attached my new remote shutter, aimed it at his favorite rock or at least the one he has stained with what I assume to be frog tutu. Now he is there regularly, everyday. So two hours go by, batteries run down and all I can see are two bitsy eyes sticking out of the water. I swear, I saw bubbles around his head where he had to be laughing at me. No fooling this one. What you don’t know, my little slimy friend, I grew up in Louisiana and I know how to use a gig, and while not a Cajun, I will eat about anything and that includes Kermit. At least I will spare him the indignity of having his innards laughed over by middle schoolers in the science lab,or forced to ridiculously twitch his legs while being electrocuted. Just a quick hot oil bath and its over! Mmmmm.