Ma-CAW

We were leaving the resort today where we spent a friend's birthday weekend when we stopped to look at a large, beautiful bird we spotted on a fence.  

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His name is Jekyll. His sign says that he is a macaw, and also that if you touch him he will possibly bite you. I believe deeply in the foreshadowing of those kinds of signs, so I didn't come anywhere close to touching him. Nor did I place my face anywhere near his. However, I did ask him a few questions, as any decent person might. Like is he really annoyed by all of these people (like me) crowding his space and saying "Ma-CAW" at him, as annoyed as I might have been when I worked in an office and someone stopped by and inquired "Working hard or HARDLY WORKING?" 

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I'm guessing it's as much of a yes for him as it was for me. 

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My favorite thing about Jekyll was the status on his plaque, which read "Of no concern". Initially I thought it meant that he didn't really care one way or another about much...that he's kicked back squawking on this gate nibbling on feed and tolerating stupid humans and their phones, while the world spins madly on. In the hours since I've realized that there is another, more official, kind of status update for those whose brains haven't been destroyed by Facebook, and that what this really means is that there is no extinction concern for Jekyll's particular brand of Macaw. I think that both of these things are true. I think they are both (very different kinds of) good news. 

Tacos Are Life

I set a personal Austin taco consumption record today by eating a brisket taco at the Salt Lick taco bar in the airport. Five minutes, gate to taco. 

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We also went to Torchy's this afternoon. 

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Tacos are life and soul-sustaining. Also I love Austin, for real and for always. 

Hoover Dance Break

And on the 8th day, you get my dog. Because he's probably the best that I have to give, honestly. His name is Hoover. Because I work from home, I spend most of my time with this canine creature, and he spends most of his time with me. I get the better end of this deal, infinity percent. I retweeted something the other day that said that as long as dogs hadn't given up on us, then humans probably still had a shot. Maybe that's true. Maybe he just hasn't found a better cheese source. I don't know. But he lives here for right now and doesn't seem to have a plan to go anywhere, unless he's plotting a coup with his Instagram puggle squad. If so, I really don't know what I'd do, because I'd have to find someone else to listen to me complain about the broken recycling bin, and definitely someone else to feed and walk. The structure is good for me, and I think he knows it. 

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