I realize it's become Animal Central around here, what with the talking monkeys and the endangered birds and ferrets. Today, however, we are going to the beach to collect plastic pellets for International Pellet Watch. Is my plastic fixation veering into obsession?
We would have extended the trip to the coast for the entire weekend, but Sunday marks the semi-annual pilgrimage of our good friend and business colleague OZ from Shanghai to the States. Spending time with O is always a treat. His trips always follow a predictable but pleasing routine. We go to good restaurants, talk world politics and a bit of business, and Mr. T and I drag him to various places in the region. We went to the coast in March, and this time last year we kicked around in the snow at the Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood. Then in the middle of the week he and Mr. T go to a bidness meeting in a small city in flyover country that O accurately terms "very tedious."
The Kid also loves when O comes to visit. That is because O is an indulgent type who thinks that everything that comes out of the Kid's mouth is either hilarious or evidence of genius, and he tirelessly indulges the Kid's desire to learn the Mandarin word for everything. He's a good friend.