Sar: Food and Animals

Cowboy here. Writing this while the imp sleeps; hope to post it before she wakes. We're in San Diego for a few days. Flew down to attend Memorial Day ceremonies - always a moving event - especially on a military base. Plan to stick around a day or 2 afterwards so I can take Sar out to Balboa Park where there is a "large animal" zoo.

We went to the regular San Diego zoo yesterday - Sar was in 7th heaven - animals and junk food and a lot to see. A must-see stop is the area set aside for children so my wife can pet anything and everything. Her eyes go all wide the minute she sees the animals she'd like to take home. Because nothing is beyond her-- I accompany her so she's not arrested for theft or comes home with a creature nobody in their right mind would have as a pet. At one point I was forced to hold a corn dog and a soft drink while the imp consumed an ice cream bar followed by a giant cookie. Yeah, I know. I paid for all that crap but nevertheless--

Taking Sar to the zoo is similar to leading a class of grade school kids around. The imp is everywhere at once, ignores my admonitions, wants to eat from all the concessions and makes sounds of pure joy when she sees the various exhibits. Frankly, those sounds are best left to the privacy of our bedroom. Pure joy is what it's all about so when it comes to my wife's joy, I like to indulge her. Exception is bringing home another animal-- in particular, a wild one.

Last night we attended a formal military affair. Dress whites for me, a ball gown for mia amore. She was the most beautiful woman there. The minute we hit the dance floor, others cut in. No respect for rank either. Naturally I cut back in and only conceded to let a few close friends have that honor. She danced almost every dance. The evening event was enjoyable for both of us.

When we leave, we're headed home for a day to regroup, check on the house and animals. A couple is house sitting, feeding the menagerie. A bit of last minute packing, then it's off to New Orleans. Sar's "family" is flying in from Chicago. Her oldest closest friend and family are also joining us. As much as she wants to be with them I'm betting the imp is more excited about chicory coffee, beignets and all that rich "Nawlins" food. Trust me. I know my wife. Food is a high priority.

She also wants to ride the trolley, take a paddleboat ride, get her picture drawn at one of those artist stands on Jackson Square and ride in a horse drawn carriage. You'd think she was a tourist but she spent a month or more there every year as a kid living with Max and his ladies. Sar and Alli are bound to get into mischief-- Again, I need to accompany them to make sure they don't get arrested.

One of us will keep you posted. "Days of our lives" with the imp are never boring. If she complains about a swat or 2, you can be sure it was well deserved.

Cowboy