DISTRACTED BY A BEAR

Fully intent on reading the news (a man needs to be prepared for random conversations with crazy people in San Francisco), it was inevitable that I was distracted by an animal. Having seen one (several) further up the hill while smoking my pipe. Dog. Dogs. So how does one draw a bear? Start with a potato, then cover it with shiny velvet, or conceivably chocolate sauce. There are of course no bears in this neighborhood.

Over the years I've seen raccoons, possums, rats, coyotes, a small red-bellied snake, hawks, crows, seagulls, pigeons, and diverse pets including a duck. No bears. They haven't decided to venture into the urban jungle yet.

Also various beings out of the corner of my eye that could have been ghouls, simians, hauntings. Most of those proved to be South Asians on their cell-phones.


No actual bears.

A POTATO SERVED WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE

Perhaps I've never seen a bear. Even though I work at a holding pen for unpleasant senile men in the wilds of Marin far from the nearest settlement, no bears have come down from the hills to investigate. The horrid smell probably keeps them away. Elderly Republican carrion just isn't particularly appealing.


Naturally, when considering bears, one thinks of big hairy gay men with piercings, and porridge. So today might be a good day for a bowl of congee down in Chinatown.


I am not into big hairy gay men. Or small bald straight women.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Congee, yes.



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