last year Friar Tuck was obsessed with hedges. our conversations were like, "i'm thinking of making some changes to my will," and he'd be all, "so an alternating line of beech and maple trees..."
for his birthday i got him some CDs of birdsong because he'd been driving me a bit to distraction with the "hear that? wonder what bird that is!" and i thought that if he knew he would be happy.
hahaha y'all. i may never have a complete conversation with the man again. and his obsession plays like a total ADD parody conversation. "so... about the asbestos?" "look! a bird!" except it's more like, "listen! a pipit! the rubescens! in english, i believe its song is described as see-me, see-me!"
i was walking Squire Tuck to school today and he's all, "i think that was a woodpecker!" and "check out that Parus major over there," and i had to bang my head softly against a lamp post. what hath anne wrought? except then i realized that parus major in english is great tit and it's hard to feel too sorry for yourself when you're laughing til your tears leak.
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ETA: also: A few circus pictures up here. Friar Tuck
takes better pictures than i do because he takes pictures rather than
watches the action, so he comes back with like 100 pictures and i have
maybe 2. but he will insist on taking them all in profile, or from a
hundred miles away, or whatever. i'm not even going to post the one he
took of me, cracking up, me and my seven chins.
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