Gorillas Not in the Mist

In a recent blog I went on about red trucks and my “thing” for them.  Well, I have a thing for gorillas, too.  I am a secret admirer of Dian Fossey of ‘Gorillas in the Mist’ fame.  She is right up there with Madame Curie and Rosa Parks.  Some of you may remember Koko, the gorilla who learned sign language, thanks to Penny Patterson.  Pretty remarkable.

I have a bit of a collection of gorillas.  No.  Mr. Lucky’s knuckles don’t rub the ground when he walks about.  Nor does he beat on his chest, much, anyway.  

Back to my collection....it started with a cute little stuffed one and moved on from there.  Two of them, a mama and a youngun, like to drive about in a red cadillac or a...are you ready for this...a red truck. After all, like the rest of you I am sequestered.  

One time driving along Hwy 160 in Pahrump, NV I noticed a big blue one all blown up attempting to sell cars.  Mr. Lucky was not to keen on the idea of stopping to buy it or a car, for that matter.





Then there is this mask thing.  I know of several women who are sewing them by the dozens.  Not me.  I made two; one for Mr. Lucky and one for me.  Then I discovered the trick of folding a bandana and adding rubber bands to cut of the circulation to your ears.  Enough of that. 

 Then out came the latest addition to my latest gorilla collection.  Check it out.  I’ll be styling on my next trip to the grocery store.  And wait until Halloween.   

Take care.  Be safe.  Wash your hands.  Oh, yeah.  Laugh, too.