Field Museum

Obligatory in any history-lover's trip to Chicago is a stop at the Field Museum. Being history-lovers, we were obliged to go. Here are a few pictures from the museum and environs. Since we obviously aren't Chicago-ans, we thought that the quintessential Chicago consists of eating a street hotdog on the steps of the museum. Fortunately, they offer veggie not-dogs. Ginger and I LOVED the Africa exhibit. (For any readers familiar with Edward Said, the museum did a pretty good job of NOT "orientalizing" or re-colonizing the African continent in this exhibit, at least as far as I can tell, but I am an overprivileged honky so I might overlook something - my apologies if so). Ginger is letting the Olmec head replica wear her Auburn cap (Daddy mis-heard us and thought that we were talking about an "Old Man's head"). And I am posed with some cool-ass totem poles. The museum had quite a collection of totem poles and they were gorgeous and stern and kinda spooky.

Chicago, May 2005

In lieu of Key West commentary, allow me to chaperone you through our tour of Chicago in May 2005. It was a birthday gift for our Daddy (Pick) for his 69th birthday. We got tickets to a Cubs game and took him to Wrigley Field. While we were at it, we also dragged him on a walking tour of most of the Windy City. And, of course, our first, middle, and last stop was to get real Chicago-style deep dish pizza pie.

Key West Trip

Well, Ginger has a friend who is getting married in Key West at the end of June and I'm not gonna go. Waaaaaa! I just don't have the money and it sucks so bad to be poor, but, there ya go. Gilligan has to go to the vet at the beginning of July and I can't do both. So I decided to just do a look back at some of my recent vacations with Ginger in my upcoming blog series: Since I can't go to the Keys...

Those Waskally Wabbits

Note closely the first photo. When I left to visit my mother this weekend, there was a pretty little row of pink petunias that disappeared in my absence. A closer investigation (note photo #2) reveals the cause, if not the culprit. Something ate them. And I have a strong hunch that that something was a rabbit. Perhaps one of the FOUR rabbits I saw in my yard last week? Now that I'm back, Gilligan will once again take up residence at home and, hopefully, this will solve the problem.

"a grown man don't wear sandals"

One of the hazards of living on my street is the seasonal migratory visit from drunken cousins. I couldn't get to my camera in time to catch this diatribe in its full glory, but hopefully you'll get the gist of it. I have more footage of Brian in high form, but I don't know how much to post.

Baby Donkeys!

Welcome two new donkeys to Deason Farms! Young Jasper "Jap" Jones and young Buster "Bus" Jones are healthy baby jacks. So far Bus is the more playful of the two, as Jap's mother won't let anybody get near him to pet him. Daddy sits out by the gate and just watches them sometimes (note the chair in one of the pictures).

Froggie love

Well, it's that time of year again. The frogs are mating in my kiddie pool and I am forced to become what I like to think of as the Frog-eban Morality Police. I have nothing personal against the frogs, but I don't want them spawning in my kiddie pool! So I try to keep the ample armies of amorous amphibians at bay with flashlight light. It doesn't work, but at least I try. And they make enough noise out there to raise the dead.