Mr. C. Cow has never had the opportunity to use one of those coin operated binoculars before. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that you sometimes see on the boardwalk where you can throw a few coins in to look out at the ocean. He thought it was funny that he had to pay money to use something he referred to as a “peeper enhancer”. I told Mr. C. that it beats carrying his big binoculars around the boardwalk.
Before using any “peeper enhancers” we stopped for a bite to eat.
While waiting for his alfalfa burger and hay shake, Mr. C. Cow decided to use the back of his place mat to draw a picture of what he thought we would see through the coin operated binoculars. I’m thinking he’s going to draw a picture of a ship or a dolphin. I was so completely off the mark that it’s not even funny. What do you think Mr. C. Cow would draw? A shark? A shark riding a whale? A dolphin riding a shark riding a whale? Not even close! Mr. C. thought that we might see….THIS…..
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…I’m totally joking! I think it’s a punk rocking octopus who just happens to be shaped like a beach ball. But…it has like…six eyes! Would that make it a punk octo-beach-bug? A mohawk wearing jelly roll of the sea? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these floating around the ocean.
Mr. C. Cow explained to me that it was a sea monster, although it preferred to be called “sea awesome” rather than “monster”. I doubted we would see one through a coin operated set of binoculars but what do I know? There are a lot of things in the ocean that are yet to be discovered.
Alas, we did not see a giant octopus bug squid beach ball with great hair. We did, however, see a shark riding a whale. I’m not sure if I’m really all that surprised to see a shark on a whale because I was, in all honesty, half expecting the octo-buggy-tapus-punk rocker. When it comes to the imagination of Mr. C. Cow it’s hard to not get carried away by it. My mind now wonders if there might be such a thing as an opera singing turtle with a pompadour. There could even be a dolphin wearing hipster glasses and telling us he was jumping out of the water doing flips before it was cool.
When I grow up (HAHAHA!) I want to explore the ocean. Or at least find the punk-tapus.
Mr. C. Cow and I stopped the other day to picnic. While I was picking up after we had finished our dining I caught Mr. C. trying to feed a sandwich to a bear shaped shrub.
Why in the world was Mr. C. Cow trying to feed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to a shrub? I know it’s shaped like a bear but it’s not like the shrub actually needed a sandwich. When I asked him I was informed that he felt it got tired of always being on the “photosynthesis diet” and needed a bit of variety. That both makes sense and no sense at the same time. I got Mr. C. to stop attempting to stuff a pb&j into a bear shrub and finish his lunch.
The attempt at feeding a plant a sandwich got me thinking about how, sometimes, our brains go to silly places when we look at certain things. Take this train warning sign for example:
Do trains bite? Do they sneak up behind you and attempt to steal your purse if you’re not careful? Are the trains hanging out with the “bad crowd” and throwing dice in back alleys?
Thinking about trains in the sense of being criminals instead of the obvious “don’t play on train tracks or you’ll get squished” is kinda fun. Not as much fun as feeding plants picnic food (according to Mr. C. Cow) but fun anyways.
I never know what Mr. C. Cow is going to do when we stop the camper sometimes. One moment he might be spouting philosophy to passing ducks than attempting to use a sled on a playground slide for “maximum speed” the next.
I must say he is NEVER boring and does, on occasion, get my imagination pumped up as well!
I want to give a shout-out to my friend Ramblingal Bun for pointing out this location for us to visit! She owns a store called “Classic Accessories” that is located at the Hodby Village. Check it out if you’re passing by!
(Not a paid endorsement for the store. Just want to give some love for sharing this nice location for postcards!)
Once upon a time there was a cow that wanted to eat a magical rose SO bad that he couldn’t help himself. They knew that they would possibly feel some sort of animated cookware wraith if they attempted to nibble on one single petal but didn’t care. Each rose petal looked like it could be simmered in a broth made from mushrooms and other various earthy ingredients. This cow watched too many cooking shows in their spare time.
We actually stumbled upon some sort of magical castle today. I wouldn’t have even noticed it when we drove by if it wasn’t for the moo-ing from the passenger seat. Mr. C. Cow has this…thing…about castles that make you think of princesses fighting dragons to save the prince from their doom.
Princesses don’t need saviors. We can be the saviors and save ourselves!
The castle was so pretty and reminded me of the stories I had heard in my childhood so we decided to stop and take a look. Lucky for us the castle was open to all visitors as long as we weren’t rude during our visit. It was like being thrust into a fairytale! Mr. C. Cow found a knights helmet and put it on to feel like the protector of those who lived here. I practiced my sword fighting and pretended to fight off the enemy who was knocking on the castle doors. The whole experience made us feel like kids again.
In our youth we build castles from pillows and blankets. We fight battles against stuffed dragons with our cardboard swords. We swear to protect those we love from the monsters our minds create. As adults we tend to drift away from these “silly ideas”. Sometimes a trip to a magical castle with your best cow pal reminds you that, no matter how old you are, sometimes you need to believe in something.