Yes, Mondays are weird.
My dream this morning started out with a giraffe in the kitchen. Granted, it was a baby giraffe I recognized immediately as a young version of Tisha, a long-necked friend from years back … but I still nudged her out the door. Finding her buddy Brutus … and he was a treasured kindred spirit for a long time … waiting outside was a real treat.
Examining the contents of my fridge, I found … What else? … carrots and cucumbers and jack fruit and acacia branches, so loaded up some buckets and headed out to share the treats.
I wasn’t alone, however, as my daughter Jennifer was with me, also much younger than she is now, and a monkey who’d brought his own bucket. Together, the three of us had a great time feeding Brutus and Tish, scratching that itchy place between their horns and being licked and nibbled in appreciation.
(Readers I worked with at the Sacto Zoo might appreciate that the monkey looked a lot like Pinot. I said it was weird … )
Mondays lately have also been annoying. Kokonet, the local ISP that takes both the “S” and the “P” out of the “I”, has been total crap all weekend and even worse this morning. Since not only my work, but also my desire are accessible only online at the moment, I’m threatening to loose a squad of testicle-munching, starved and angry versions of Pinot on those “in charge”.
Given the circumstances, I’m in no mood to post anything particularly profound today … if, in fact, I’m able to post anything … so you poor readers get weird dreams and aggravated bitching.
Sorry, ’bout that …
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
It’s a miracle your dream wasn’t any weirder. There was a certain logic to it. I feel your pain about the Internet. My problem is that neither PayPal nor my credit cards work online because I moved to Moldova. Security finds this suspicious. Go figure. Security is good, customer service would be good too, but it aint.
Ah, the joy of expat life.
I like it! I miss all three of them! Especially Pinot!
Pinot armed with a bucket would not be the stuff of dreams, but it was a good one …
[…] while back dear Sandy wrote a piece on getting older and how we stand with a telescope and the young ones look through the […]
LOOL.. remind me to never piss you off….
You might want to keep that in mind …
Sounds like a nice dream. Sorry to hear about the internet connection. Very frustrating indeed.
Very frustrating, indeed …
Still somewhat gainfully employed at the Sacto Zoo, I have fond memories of those giraffes as they were my first. I’ve got a great head shot of ‘T’ that I turned into a piece of fused glass a la Michael DuPille. (He does some astounding work with powdered glass. Google him and Fritography to get a glimpse. And he’s a pretty good guy to boot). Pinot I’m not remembering as well.
Pinot was the mean ass mangaby in with Wendy in the enclosure nearest the door to the ape house. Robbie adored him, but he scared the crap outta me! I’ll check out that glass thing. Thanks.
I want some weird dreams – I seem to be the only one who never gets any. I’m not sure what that says about my state of mental health!
I’ll try to send you a few of mine. They can be quite entertaining …