RG’s Day at the Zoo with Cherry Vile Prep (Part 1)
November 18, 2008
Reading Truce’s blog, I realized that Random Granddaughter is likely to grow up to be Truce.Although she is only four years old, RG is losing her innocence. My posts about RG have been the most popular posts on my blog. As Pandemonic (something of a “soul sister” to me) wrote about RG:
[Now I can’t find the pos on her blog that Pandemonic wrote about RG. Oh, well.]
I am going to write a fairly long sequence of posts about my day at the zoo with RG. I will warn you at the start that this starts out on a with a dark, dour, melancholy tone; in fact much of the beginning tastes like Cherry Vile, the nasty “prep” drink I imbibed in preparation for my recent colonoscopy. So I better reassure you that Random Granddaughter is doing fine. Well, as fine as can be expected for a little girl who is having an existential crisis.
Do four-year-old girls have existential crises? Or is it just Grandpa having a spiritual colonoscopy? Perhaps, but as you read the story of RG’s day at the zoo, you may find an objective correlative (as T. S. Eliot termed it when he talked about how to tell if there is any there, there, in a work of literature).
So take a deep draught of Cherry Vile, or skip a few posts to get to the “good” part (just as the colonoscopy itself isn’t nearly as bad as the prep). I will mark the titles so you know when I get past the boring philosophical part. Tell you what I will do. The morbid posts, full of sophomoric existential philosophy will be titled: RG’s Day at the Zoo with Cherry Vile Prep and the regular sort of cute RG posts will be titled: RG’s Day at the Zoo with a Scope.