tots and cots

Today, I was my mother's bitch. Truly and most sincerely. I hung out around dozens of elderly women, thousands of animal crackers and cups of apple juice, and hundreds of pre-kindergarten and pre-pubescent boys and girls, and I watched them enter a land of colorful insanity.

Here. Take a look:

It was so insane that even my camera couldn't right itself. Anyway. This was the Boulder Symphony's performances for kids- Carnival. Imagine this: there are real people under those costumes. Sorry to ruin the fantasy, kiddos.


And after all this, after all that juice and crackers and glitter, I climbed 6,000ft to come home and throw rocks for my dog and play with my cats outside and listen to the Traveling Wilbury's and generally lead a nice life. Kind of. And somehow I got my stuff into two carry-ons and a check-in. Wish I were a man for this trip.

My dog is currently snoring at my feet. She's a medium size Brown dog, and she dreams all the time. And this post is turning into a diary entry.

That's all for now.

Nighty night my dears. For those keeping track, I head off Monday at 9AM for Dulles-Johannesburg (16hrs), Jo'burg - Cape Town (3hrs). Since I'll be spending most of tomorrow as a nervous and already exhausted wreck, I thought I'd say ciao now. Not that I won't be checking this neurotically through the day, but as odd as I am right now, it'd be much worse for you tomorrow.

Ciao, mes amis. You'll hear from me from the Southern Hemisphere (or SoHem to the natives), and I promise, no matter how crappy the pics are, they'll be far more interesting from now on.

All the most incredible luck to you all.

Love to all.

PS. Baboons throw wild dance parties until 4AM, I hear.