Yes, that's what my girlfriend tells me. I've not even thought about it since she texted me, trying to persuade me to take a road trip down to see it tomorrow. I'd love to, under normal circumstances.
Unfortunately, I'm sick. A genuine, deep-in-the-lungs congested cough which yesterday was bringing up a few small blood clots. Only a few, and they vanished after a few rounds of coughing. A little bit of a runny nose, but that's mostly controlled by my allergy medication, so I don't really count that. But all of this combined still wipes me out, and I'm not really interested in going out into the weather to poke a dead thing with a stick, not even a whale.
This reminds me of the time I discovered the rotting corpse of a sea lion, while I was pregnant with my youngest... but I'll leave it at that, since I don't know what's legal and what isn't, and I don't want to implicate anyone at this point! I bring it up now, though, because I have a bumper sticker which I bought after the sea lion incident, which still resides on my van, and reads something to the effect of: "I like poetry, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick."
And this is true, even now. I do like to poke dead things with a stick, and the rarer they are, the better. I'd not dream of desecrating the body, just learning more about it through observation. It's part of the reason I had no problem with preparing my mother's body for her memorial service. Not really a tasteful correlation, but I'm sure you get the idea.
I'd love to go poke at a dead whale. Unfortunately, my phlegm-filled lungs are protesting at a mad rate, and I couldn't manage my youngest son under those circumstances to boot. A trip to the beach does not sound good at all! (Did I actually say that?!?) Sorry, girlfriend--- you're on your own this time!
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