Caging the Impossible
Bonnie and Clyde are two capybaras who,
in May of this year, took a long and arduous journey from Texas to
Toronto, for the sole purpose of mating with a capybara in Toronto’s
zoo.
They, quite possibly, did not know the intent of their journey.
All they knew is they wanted OUT, and out they got in Toronto and
toured on their own for several weeks.
People claimed capybara sightings and sent in wondrously photoshopped capybaras relaxing in kidney shaped
swimming pools.
By the end of June, the capybaras were finally reunited. That is the story as far as I know it now.
Caging the Impossible #2
On the Selection of Intimates
I took my annual excursion to the department store, allotting myself
one hour only, to select a new brassiere. Wire or no wire? My brother
the electrical engineer says bra wire can and has caused electrocution.
Straps? Strapless? Widgets in the back or the front? Black, beige,
white, taupe, pink, teal, smurf blue or magenta? I am confronted with a
mind boggling array of quick decisions here. Like speed dating, I try
on thirty brassieres in thirty minutes. Still, no dice. How quickly
can I remove a brassiere? I went home and fastidiously soaked and hand
washed my two old brassieres and hung them up to dry over the kitchen
sink. Back to intimates another day…meanwhile, I try to conduct a bit
of consumer research on my aborted purchases at the library, but alas,
brassieres have been blocked. Block the brassiere! Block the
brassiere!
Rowena
July 2016
