It’s starting to look a lot like it’s time to stuff our faces with rabbit-shaped chocolate
Easter eggs!
Originally uploaded by dynamist.
St Patrick’s Day is not a holiday I can get very enthusiastic about (who needs a specified day of forced jollity to go out and get tanked? Every day can be World Drunk Day, people!), so I must admit that the teeming crowds of locals who clogged (and closed, grr) Cincinnati’s streets yesterday for the parade o’ green do baffle me. Perhaps I’d have joined them if it hadn’t been roughly thirty below zero in the sunshine. Anything for free candy, I guess.
Easter, though, is something I can get behind. Does any holiday have a better aesthetic? Soft pastels, mottled surfaces, curvaceous egg shapes, and rustic wicker baskets add up to reason enough to start decorating for Easter. Don’t tell anyone, but I think I turned 60 in my sleep last night. (Considering how my friend Karri laughed when I told her I’ve been wondering if I could raise some chicks in my apartment, I may also have turned into a big weirdo. I mean, bigger weirdo.)
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Hi, Jackie,
It’s so much fun to watch you discover your new city! And I saw that the Post had written you up, too! Good for you.
If you like baby chickens, you might really like a canary, too. They look quite a bit like chicks…only they STAY that way, and they’re smarter! And they sing! Very apropos for your great old apartment, too!
Have you noticed a difference in sun angle between Cincinnati and London? Just wondering about the light differences.
Donna, don’t think I’m evil for saying this, but I don’t like birds as pets. I was telling my best friend yesterday, I actually find bird owners a little…peculiar. Every bird owner’s home I’ve ever been in has stunk and contained such a cacophony of tweeting that I had to bolt after two minutes. I have no idea why I think chicks are any better, except that they are so damn cute and someday will make a nice fricassee.
As for the sun, I am not smart enough to tell the difference. I haven’t noticed anything, anyway, except that this place is a lot sunnier than London (but then I knew that).
Sweeping generalisation time - you know how I love them! - but we used to use avian viruses to create tumour lines when I worked in the lab, in my dim and distant Molecular Biologist days.
Filthy dirty creatures, and really shouldn’t be domesticated - they’re much more beautiful to look at when they’re flying around free.
Oh, raker, I suspected as much - and Fred and Robyn, who just got their chicks, have a chicken run and outdoor facilities for them at their house (which is in the country). I just think they’re so cute, even when they turn into chickens.