Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Today was a good day. I fell in love with a polar bear.

The polar bear was swimming in Central Park, huge and beautiful beyond belief. It likes to push off the glass with its perfect feet.

Iris was sticking her bottom out and pointing at it despite a polite request not to,
"Put it away!" I yelled at her across the park,
"She doesn't know where it goes!" said Hazel.

We threw the frisbee to each other once we got to Sheep Meadow. We were totally outclassed by three groups of frisbee throwers close by. I was totally outclassed even by the return throw from the poor bystander I almost hit with it, but I'm feeling pretty good about my catching, and Sean reckoned my throwing wasn't bad. On Gillian and Dave's lawn in Pennsylvania I caught it after having slowed it down with the bridge of my nose (now slightly bruised) and bouncing it off my head. Today I slowed it down with the end of my nose but didn't catch it. I don't know which was better. I hope I won't make a lot of experiments trying to determine this.

I came to New York City eleven years ago and twelve years before that. It's a lot cleaner now. The Brita pitcher (water filtering jug) only has a few dots of black when I go to refill it. My skin hasn't got a tiny black dot where each pore is. This is a big difference.

I bought a DVD today, there's a guy hawking them outside the movie theatre on the corner. He directed, produced, and starred in it apparently. I bought it for luck for The Great Snail Chase (the movie my cousin Edward's making at the moment.

I also bought Anansi Boys again, and some other things, including the DVD and more new sandals for Iris, but no birthday or wedding presents. It seems that one night we set off to drive from Gillian's to our hotel with one of Iris's sandals on (rather than in) the car. The replacement sandals wore a hole in her heel, despite their beauty and Manhattan requires a lot of walking.

I wonder if I'll do some of the driving tomorrow. I've not done as much as I thought I would. It's been more like going back to being a beginner-driver and less like trying to drive while balancing a cup of water on my head than I expected and I've found that a bit nerve-wracking.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

And Tango Makes Three is about penguins in Central Park Zoo. H told our babysitter a little while ago that we're going to take her there when she's a big girl.

3:13 PM  
Anonymous house monkey said...

Is it considered terribly rude in polar bear society to point at one's bottom?
Does this mean you're a furry now? Fraser will be shocked.

wihbb - polar bear etiquette

3:39 PM  
Blogger susan said...

You're saying I might have been seeing famous gay penguins being fed and I didn't even know?!

I don't know much about wihbb, but I didn't see any other humans pointing at their bottoms in New York and I'm trying to socialise my cubs to their own species first.

I'd be a furry if I'd fallen for an anthropomorphic polar bear. I'd be an ursophile if I were a youth with a tendency to fall for large hairy blond men. If the bear has changed me I have become an iyazy, which is something only the Inuit have a word for.

6:51 AM  

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