Other people from the Zoo have blogged about it better than
I could and I want to write about something funny and then something about
love. First I do want to say one thing about the shooting. Just days before, my
friend Gioia Albano, an artist whose theme is motherhood and mothers love,
families love, children, love, posted a piece she’d done entitled “always a goodnight kiss”.
I try to kiss my family and say I love you, every time I leave my
wife or children to run an errand, because who knows. Maybe an Uber driver will
go on a shooting spree while you are out buying Yugioh cards on a date night
with your boy.
So the something funny involves cannibalistic humanoid urban dwellers (we live in an urban area), and the love involves the homebirth of our
fourth child, third at home, and the incredible experience it was.
So, this one time, when we first moved to Kalamazoo and were
still childless partiers, my wife and I and several new girl friends of hers planned to visit a tattoo artist on a
Saturday 10a when she had walk in hours. We were the first there, waiting for
her at the door and we stayed all day until after 11p. Later we realized the
shedding birds kept in her shop were not sanitary at all, and we didn’t go
back.
Awhile later my wife found a swollen lymph node and we went
to the doctor who decided we should remove it. He did and told us the node was
swollen from an allergic reaction to the ink the artist used and nothing life
alteringly bad, so that was awesome.
During the procedure I thought someone was going by with
some taco bell, then I thought they must be eating it right outside the room it
smelled so good. Then my wife said “do you smell taco bell?”
I do I said.
“Lets get some after” she said.
Okay I said, as it was lunch time.
The Dr. continued the procedure and without looking up said
that’s your flesh, I’m cauterizing it now. We were shocked and disgusted. How
could we love the smell of human flesh on the barbie?Were we doomed to become
wendigo’s?
After the procedure, as we walked out we continued to
express our shock at our enjoyment delicious aroma of Annie’s cooking thigh meat (is human thigh meat white, or dark?). She was
tired and needed to rest so we headed home (where we took an uninterrupted nap
with each other and no one kicking us in uncomfortable body zones repeatedly, or putting their tiny little feet in my pants because it's warm.).
Before the nap however I realized we needed to eat and just then I saw a Taco
Bell and quickly cut over to the right from the left lane so I could turn into
its drive and go through the drive through.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!” my wife exclaimed thoroughly disgusted shocked and expressing a little trepidation.
I'm getting some lunch I said. I’m hungry.
“Okay, me too, “ she responded, “I’ll take a beef burrito.”