Went to the Granby Zoo today. Walked for about seven hours. My feet are gearing up to kill me, my hair smells faintly of something that I persist in identifying as llamas, and I don’t think I’ve been so ready to sleep so early in months.
I had a wonderful time. 😀
I have 380 pictures on my phone, and more on my camera (the batteries died). I’ll be sorting through those later, but I think some of them turned out pretty well. It was cold (7’C) and very seriously rainy; we’d been expecting a light drizzle. I ended up buying a disposable poncho in the guest shop for a couple of bucks. (I don’t think it was meant to be disposable, but after the rainbow lorikeets descended upon me en masse it got a couple of holes in it and the situation just got worse as the day progressed.)
Watched a tiger for about twenty minutes. She was playing with a giant plastic ball, which fell into the pond and which she then spent a quarter hour trying to get out. It didn’t work; she was sort of quite adorably sad. I took a *lot* of pictures, and really need to figure out exactly what the “action shot” mode on my
camera phone is meant to do.
 It’s totally not llamas. I suppose it’s “ruminants and straw”, or more generally “zoo”.
My tolerance, FTR, is terrible. Had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and am two-thirds of the way through a beer, all over the last for hours. I’m feeling comfortable.
Over at Jack and Rachel’s. We’ve met a lot of lizards and three cats. Were over at John’s aunts for dinner. It was mostly very nice, although after…
There was some stuff about how if twenty percent of the population has a “mental disease” then obviously it’s time to get the psychiatrists to adjust their definitions. And a description of a comedy about four people living in a house, two guys and two girls, each with a different mental illness, that sounded really funny. Until she heard the second ad for it and realized it was a documentary trying to demystify mental illness, and… well, that just didn’t sound as interesting.
I completely defend someone’s right to not watch something they’re not interested in. At the same time, it’d be nice to not feel like I was being lumped into the category of one of those people. Those funny, self-indulgent punchlines. You know the ones.
Pretty sure none of them know I’m on medication. I need to be on medication.
I generally try not to hide that I suffer from depression. Mind, I couldn’t quite manage to find a way to point out that I’m one of that twenty percent (whose claim of being ill is obviously suspect, but I’m not bitter).
I suppose that isn’t very interesting to hear about either.
I have been mugged by giant eyes and a giddy Friday impulse. Blame John, too.