It feels kind of strange and not quite right to return to my usual blogging fare of self-involved and inconsequential minutiae, but I also don’t want to take advantage of my town’s misfortune for my own personal gain. What gain would that be? The approval of near strangers, of course.
Fortunately I have no such misgivings about exploiting my friends so I’ll get on with it.
The other night I debuted a new dish. Without going into much detail, let’s say that it revolutionizes Taco Night.
Harmy and Nitro were in attendance and between perfect bites of seasoned taco meat, avocado, salsa, lettuce, cheese and sour cream, the conversation turned to the condition of Nitro’s testicles.
I was the one who pointed out his freakishly large balls and he subsequently had surgery to repair a condition known as hydrocele testis. Hey, I’m here to help.
Me: “How are your new and improved balls coming along?”
Nitro: “Oh not too bad. It still looks a little elephant skin-like down there, though.” in a Minnesota accent
Me: “You should send me a picture of them sometime. To my mobile phone.”
Nitro: “You mean like sexting?”
Harmy, who was sitting right there looked at me all squinty, “Why do you want him to sext you? This wouldn’t be for your blog, would it?”
Harmy: “I knew it. I guess what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
I love my friends, they know me so well. Harmy wasn’t concerned that I was trying to make inroads with her husband, maybe start up a little something on the side, she knew I am desperate for material.
Harmy: “Didn’t you just get to 400 followers?”
Me: “Yesss. Your point? Oh. Yah, a picture of balls might knock it back down to 12.”
Time to cut the crap.
On another note, I’d like to give a shout out to Amy for coming to my Intro AND Beginner pole class despite the torrential rain. You were so much fun to dance with!
For those of you who would like an update, here are some images and video from yesterday and today.
I want to explain the prairie dog. I think kids have a hard time comprehending suffering, especially human suffering. They are extremely self-centered and I believe it is a developmental process to get to the point of compassion.
We found a field where prairie dogs were coming out of their burrows, some were already dead and others were struggling. It was hard for the boys to see them suffer, yet ironic because I talked at length about the human lives lost and those who were still unaccounted for.
I suppose that learning to put yourselves in someone else’s shoes is a slow process. Perhaps it is easier to identify with a small animal. I don’t know.