One of our Esteemed Viejo Elder celebrated his birthday yesterday.
After harvesting and consuming a whole grain, free range, open source, cage free breakfast of groats, okra and crickets, Elder JZ attended to his annual dental hygiene.
The Cake
Next on the agenda was picking up the birthday cakes and pies from Upper Crust Bakery. We used the opportunity to proselytize the benefits of a WLBOTT life style, and we were honored by them placing our business card on their Wall Of Honor.
We were then asked to leave quietly.
Italian Cream cake from Upper Crust.
Adding to our Fine-ish Art Collection
We asked our artist-in-residence, Perch Periwinkle (of the La Mesa Periwinkles) to commemorate the birthday with a series of fine-ish art paintings.
She did not disappoint….
Sally the Intern contributed to the art collection…
Tiny Tails
Elder DZ surprised the birthday boy with a mobile petting zoo! A very friendly and knowledgeable high school kid (what a cool summer job!) from Tiny Tails came over before it became too hot, and we all enjoyed a tranquil hour with the pets.
She brought over several bunnies, a hedgehog, a huge turtle, a bearded lizard, a very cute and fluffy chicken, and a guinea pig. The Birthday Elder went straight for the chicken, but everyone had a long, leisurely visit with each critter.
Actual photos from the WLBOTT HQ backyard:
We also celebrated Elder JimZim‘s recent b-day.
He was delighted to receive a DIY Chia-pet style toilet seat cover.
You too can purchase your own Toilet Meadow.
Check out Prank-o for more fun. WLBOTT-approved.
Historical Footnote
Hieronymus Bosch turned to painting after his petting zoo business failed.
There Will Come Soft Rains
Elder DZ found a Ray Bradbury short story set on this exact date. You can read the story here (PDF).
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
– There Will Come Soft Rains / Ray Bradbury
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
