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[This is my first cross-post from my other blog]

I saw this sign on my way home from the dentist. I find it reassuring that I can get a whole pig from Publix any time of year. Well, actually, I just found the sign odd, never having seen a supermarket with such a sign. Moreover, I wonder who their target demographic is for these whole hogs. I live in what for many decades was (is?) a Florida Cracker county. Now, it’s pretty much an Orlando exurb, or bedroom community. The supermarket in question is smack dab in the middle of one of the highest earned-income demographic areas in Florida (note I didn’t mention unearned income, I think Palm Beach, Boca Raton, and Naples might compete in that category). Do the nouveau-riche (well, nouveau-prosperous) buy a lot of whole hogs? Have I missed a trend by not reading “Bon Apetit?”

And, sadly, no, I don’t have anything better to write about at the moment

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The elephants are Mary and Maude. Mary was born in 1946 in India. I was born in 1946 in Detroit. We both made our way to Sanford, Florida. Her to live in the zoo, and me to live about four miles away. Mary died last year (or was it the year before?). Maude was moved to another location where there were other elephants because it didn’t seem right to the keepers to make her live alone.

My Babycakes got to meet Mary and Maude, and Mary gave her a bit of a tummy tickle.

I get a wistful sense of the passage of time, and life moving on when I look at these images.

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Until next year, my friends . . .

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I wonder what that bear thinks about, cooped up in a small enclosure at Silver Springs. The title of this blog doesn’t relate particularly to actual sleeping animals, large or small, but I had this picture on my computer, so it served well as my lead-in. I took it one day when I was out for a drive looking for something to photograph. Maybe I think of myself as a large sleeping animal, waiting for something, I don’t know what. Maybe waiting for something to matter.

On that same drive which took me to Silver Springs, I took another picture of a caged animal far from its native land. It was standing, spraddle-legged bending down to accept a cookie from a child, and it seemed sad to me.

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