Pet project
Tuesday, April 12th, 2011
Only in recent months have I noticed this. Each time I enter the living room, my son’s terrapins, Baily and McKenzie, will excitedly stir in their tanks, and turn their heads to look at me. Of late, I’ve been feeling bad for them, peering on the world through that plastic wall. I’d like to release them into the wild one of these days, but I sometimes fear that they may not have the necessary skills for survival.
Today, I made an attempt to colour their world by singing a song to them. I only performed one number, Lady Gaga’s, Bad Romance. I felt a bit silly doing it, but utterly glad afterwards. I think I’ll do this more often… unless of course they crawl into their shells each time I belt out a tune.
Ok… that’s all from me at this time. Your weird author friend reporting from home.
