pack llama
This pack llama is heading for the Tapuach HaGadol, The City That Never Sleeps. (Now insomniac produce is another story...) Oh NYC, only in metaphor can this llama express appreciation for your bigness, otherness and general presence fixed in the space-time continuum.
Before every journey, there is a mingled sense of excitement, anticipation and dread. Dread, of course, that I'll forget something, I'll leave the stove on, that I didn't pack any underwear, or will have left my wallet on the kitchen table.
I will join my fellow tourists, like the renegade Manatee that decided to swim up the Hudson, who descend upon the city like locusts, though are completely ignored by the native fauna (cabdrivers, East Side grande dames, doormen, homeless people) except to be swatted as minor annoyances.
Today was my last day at work. I had lunch with my colleague/boss (she's not very bossy for a boss :)) at a lovely place called Webster House which is part antique shop/part restaurant. In the antique shop, I reached over to stroke something that appeared green and softly mossy, but it was spiky! like some strange alien pod. The sensory input gave this llamas the willies!
We also used alien pods in my aerobics class- large rubbery orbs of red and orange with udders protruding from their underside. For one of the exercises, everyone gets on their pods (aka "stability balls") and bounces around. I caught a glimpse of the class (myself included) in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. Oh my, we looked ridiculous! Luckily, each participant was trying so hard not to fall off her ball that there wasn't an opportunity to become too self-conscious.
Before every journey, there is a mingled sense of excitement, anticipation and dread. Dread, of course, that I'll forget something, I'll leave the stove on, that I didn't pack any underwear, or will have left my wallet on the kitchen table.
I will join my fellow tourists, like the renegade Manatee that decided to swim up the Hudson, who descend upon the city like locusts, though are completely ignored by the native fauna (cabdrivers, East Side grande dames, doormen, homeless people) except to be swatted as minor annoyances.
Today was my last day at work. I had lunch with my colleague/boss (she's not very bossy for a boss :)) at a lovely place called Webster House which is part antique shop/part restaurant. In the antique shop, I reached over to stroke something that appeared green and softly mossy, but it was spiky! like some strange alien pod. The sensory input gave this llamas the willies!
We also used alien pods in my aerobics class- large rubbery orbs of red and orange with udders protruding from their underside. For one of the exercises, everyone gets on their pods (aka "stability balls") and bounces around. I caught a glimpse of the class (myself included) in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. Oh my, we looked ridiculous! Luckily, each participant was trying so hard not to fall off her ball that there wasn't an opportunity to become too self-conscious.