A tradition has formed.
I recently celebrated a birthday. As with every birthday in the past three years, my amazing mom has come out to visit me wherever I am living in the country. The past few years she came to beautiful Naples, FL. At the time I was working at a great visual paper called the Naples Daily News.
This year she came to visit me for a whole week here in Washington, D.C. Well Arlington, VA actually but everyone prefers to say “D.C.” Maybe because everyone knows where it is. However…I think that more likely than not we say it because makes us sound important by association. I mean–we all must be “important” here because we live near our nation’s capital–right? Guilty as charged.
My mom and I have a running joke that she always brings the hot weather with her. Hot spells whenever she is visiting me. Three-years straight! I’m moving this idea from the unproven nature of postulation into the non-committal territory of theory. Watch out relativity!
I was able to re-schedule an assignment from The Washington Post and take my birthday off. My mom and I went to the National Zoo. Our favorite area by far was the bird and aviary sections. My mom told me she got her love of birds from her father and her grandmother.
“Well aren’t you a social one” a zoo volunteer murmured to the bird. Dressed in a drab blue zoo fatigue she half-noticed the presence of humans observing her dialogue with the cariama cristata (Red-Legged Seriema to us common folk). She continued jotting notes on her official and worn metal clipboard. Engrossed in her notebook I watched her pencil making what must have been check marks of monumental importance. She barely looked up to respond to my inquiry about the social nature of the bird.
She is very social she said with a smile and moved along to more bird monitoring.
Beware: I may be sharing my National Zoo birthday photos for a while here.