02.24.05

Driving into work this morning, I got behind a white, mid-size pickup truck. There was something in the truck bed, trussed and strapped like an Japanese rope bondage aficiando. Inching closer, as we crossed the Markham bridge, I realized that the thing was a bighorn sheep head. Great googly-moogly! It must be a taxidermist. There were other things in the truck, I could see a couple of hooves sticking up in the air.

Eesh.

When my great-grandpater built our cabin in the Adirondacks (c.1920), he felt that mounted animal heads were necessary for the entire Camp experience. Not being a hunter, he went to a junk shop and bought two random deer heads. Turns out that one of the deer is a Virginia whitetail. I took it down a few years ago and vacumned it, as well as the one over the fireplace.

He needn't have worried, F.AG.P. (From A Grateful Patient) gifts would take care of the stuffed animal carcass situation. How many Adirondack cabins can boast of a stuffed Albatross head, deer hoof coat hooks *shudder*, a stuffed and mounted fish (fondly known to the family as the "ackwards bass"), amongst other strange and unusual items? I am fond of the pinecones from my grandpater's trip across country in the 1930s. And, to show how debilitating inertia can be; when my grandparents married in 1940, they honeymooned at the cabin. My great-grandparents, to make the place more festive, hung Japanese paper lanterns in the great room.

They're still hanging.

FYI- I'm going out of town for the weekend and won't be updating until next Tuesday, March 1st. Unless something amazing, funny, fabulous, or strange happens.

Go. Be fabulous.

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