March 29, 2005
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PLAYS WELL WITH OTTERS. (In an attempt to exhibit more “blogger-like” and less “self-absorbed-essayist-like” tendencies, I am making a concerted effort to concentrate more on my daily activities and such. In so doing, I intend to a) document once and for all exactly how to fritter and/or piss away a few good years of mothering, rockin’ and rollin’ and whatnot, and b) keep the complaints of “damn, kim, don’t write for a month and then bombard me with a friggin’ novel on flatulence,” to a minimum.) That said,back to…
PLAYS WELL WITH OTTERS. I went to the aquarium today with a couple of my kids (the manageable ones). We browsed for a bit, got hungry, mosey-ed next door to Bubba Gump’s and ate a plateful of what we’d been oggling moments before, then returned to the aquarium for more awe-inspired reverence (with burping). I know. It’s awful. How could I?
Penguins are a good life lesson. They are so graceful and deft underwater, yet on dry land they are, let’s face it, waddling butts of knock-knock jokes. The lesson gleaned from years of watching penguin tanks in different aquariums in various cities? Everyone sucks at something, and is great at something else. If you’re currently sucking at something…go underwater! (It worked for Esther Williams.)
If you live in Chicago be sure to visit the Lincoln Park Zoo and sit outside the polar bear tank, in the back where the big glass windows are. Watch the bears, those giant hulks of furry flesh, glide effortlessly back and forth, weightless in the water, performing slow graceful flip-turns at each wall when the mood strikes. Beautiful.
Stingrays are the hovercrafts of the sea.
Cajun shrimp are delicious.
kim
Comments (2)
What would you consider seahorses to be? Hmmmm?
Lincoln Park Zoo polar bears exhibit has to be the BEST damn polar bear watching…outside of the North Pole that is.
And you got to see the shark right before they let it go.