A Good Day

Monday, 17 January 2011

I was chas­tised to­day for not writ­ing on this thing fre­quently enough, so here’s what to­day was like.

Bram woke up and crawled into bed with me around 7:15 AM and then I got a call from my mom with a com­puter is­sue around 7:30. Washed, break­fasted and bored by 10, we headed to the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo and heard the fol­low­ing jokes while on the heated tram be­tween Northern Trek & the Cathouse:

  • Q: Where does a kan­ga­roo go for break­fast?
    A: IHOP.
  • Q: Where does a kan­ga­roo go for din­ner?
    A: Outback.
  • Q: Why don’t seag­ulls fly over the bay?
    A: Then they’d be bagels.
  • Q: When an ele­phant goes on a trip where does he pack his clothes?
    A: In his trunk.
  • Q: How do you stop an ele­phant from charg­ing?
    A: Take away his credit cards.

Incidentally, the zoo is half price ad­mis­sion when the tem­per­a­ture is be­low freez­ing, so we both got in for $6 to­tal. We saw a go­rilla eat­ing its own fe­ces in the same man­ner that a oenophile en­joys a nice glass. I told Abraham not to get any ideas. I also ran into my friend Alice, which is al­ways a nice sur­prise.

Had lunch and sat with Bram un­til he fell asleep for a long nap, dur­ing which time I goofed around on the in­ter­net. After nap­time we went sled­ding at Clark Fields, which is per­fect for tod­dlers but ex­haust­ing for dads car­ry­ing tod­dlers & sleds back up snowy hills. Since I car­ried him through­out the zoo as well, I got a pretty good work­out to­day. After din­ner we watched the Sylvester Stallone episode of the Muppet Show & put to­gether a big Thomas the Tank Engine puz­zle (he’s get­ting re­ally good with puz­zles).

UPDATE: I also pro­grammed two macros into my re­mote (some­thing I should have done ages ago) and lis­tened to my vinyl of Baroness’ Blue Record which made me fully ap­pre­ci­ate the money I shelled out for nice speak­ers.

Once he conks out I’m ei­ther go­ing to have some hot choco­late with Bailey’s or a bour­bon & Dr. Pepper.