Hear/Say

Today was the family field trip to Point Defiance Park, Zoo/ ‘Quarium.

Ah, the little monstrosities they call children.  Maybe on their own (when they’re shy and intimidated) I can actually like them– but in packs, it’s just like stepping on an anthill. There’s no way to brush them all off at once.

I’ll keep the actual animal pictures to a minimum…

There were baby tiger cubs that were like giant lethal puppies dressed in ravishing stripes… momma had custody, apparently baby daddy tigers like to impregnate their women and GTFO… to the neighboring cage.

HAI, ‘lil seaho’s…

Funny useless fact: I’ve seen this Mr. Walrus (the) Sea Lion several times in my life as a child, though I’ve never been to Point Defiance Zoo. He was sold to Pt. Defiance from Chicago’s Brookfield Zoo in 2006. I’m sorry to say his place in Chicago was way swankier. And isn’t that a weird, depressing thing to pop into my head…

Soaking in the icewater…

The zoo wasn’t as big as I thought it’d be, so we got done earlier than planned and ended up exploring the beach and gardens of Point Defiance. The rose garden, in particular– how can you avoid the now cliché dreams of Alice as you weave about the flowers? And there were a great many variety, none painted, and some with interesting strain names…

“Livin’ Easy”

“Fame!”

“Chihuly”

“Sexy Rexy” wasn’t so sexy this year. No blossomz.

“Diana, Princess of Wales”

“Lovestruck”

“LeeAnn Rimes” wasn’t so impressive. Figures.

… but “Ingrid Bergman” was so Ingrid Bergman

The Rose tunnel…

Owen Beach park was also quite nice, it’s too bad they have skull and crossbones everywhere to warn off oyster/shellfish diggers. Apparently they have a toxic build-up…

Mt. Rainier was sunning itself today,

Tomorrow’s when I start clearing out the garage for the weekend sale. It’s going to be a terrible task, and since my brother’s taken to being a brat again, I’ll probably be cracking the (proverbial) whip.

GRACEEE