I am going on a vacation with my brother and father. We haven’t been away together since a camping trip circa 1983. I was 7, my brother 10 and he was deathly afraid of bees. We were in a camp ground where we had spent the night in a tent my dad pitched. We walked to the common ground area to get some water and play “catch.” My Dad, lit a cigarette and began a conversation with some other Dad and his daughter while my brother and I threw the ball around and I see my brother’s eyes widen as I throw him the ball, he’s pointing and stuttering “Buh, Buh, Buh,” as the ball bounces off his chest. I say, “I’m not scared of bee’s,” and I turn around just in time for my brother to get out the word, “Bear.”
A brown bear walked through the common area, over the picnic table to where a garbage can was. Opened the top of the garbage can, looked over at us (my brother and I frozen. Out of my peripheral people running to and fro), and dug his head inside the bin so all you saw was the body of a bear with a garbage can for a head.
My Father also hit a baby cub with his van. The cub ran out into the road, my father didn’t see him coming. He did it right in front of the forest ranger. The ranger looked pissed but it was hardly my dad’s fault.
I think there’s glitter in my new frizz ease after-shower hair product. I spent 28 dollars so… I’ll be wearing glitter till it runs out. Other than that it works really well. I’m still losing my hair but the remaining strands are curled in a silky way I’ve never experienced. I saw JUNO the other day. The music is great. The moments of her sitting outside Bleeks house with carpet, the chair, pipe, lamp, night table are stuck in my head. When she races Bleeks Mother up the stairs then closes the door in her face. Bleek winning the race realizing Juno’s not there and probably having the baby, then runs up the bleeker steps. Great screenplay.
You know how you sometimes at a museum you’ll see a painting and go, “Wow. That’s me. If I were a painter this is the kind of drawings I would make.” Well If I were a tree. This is the kind of tree I would be. Found courtesy of the Bronx Botanical Gardens. A great place to go to run around in the grass. Difference between the Brooklyn Botanical and the Bronx? If you are looking for more of a day trip go to the Bronx. It’s a scenic train ride on the Harlem River Line. The Confines itself is so enormous, garden filled with trees. Big trees. There are forests. Bring a compass and if you find a small fisherman’s hat that’s blue on one side and plaid on the other please let me know as Rafael “Butterfingers” Zafir seems to have misplaced it.