|Sign stapled on many poles Monday morning|
I don't really know what's going on with these signs that I saw on multiple poles on the rainy ride into work on Monday morning. Possibly, a prank. If I could read Japanese, perhaps the name would tell me more. For the sake of the blog, I almost called the number, which I blanked out in the photo above, but I figured they already got enough calls about pandas today, one way or another. Also, I know that pandas are extremely rare, and protected, and probably both prohibitively expensive and illegal to obtain, or to keep as pets. Yes, odds are, a prank.
Still. These notices were stapled up on poles in a neighborhood where the expense, legality, or practicality of obtaining a panda, and keeping it as a pet, and affording Yubari melons to feed it for that matter, would not be insurmountable barriers. And check out that bear on the poster--does it not resemble the snapshot of such a pet, far from its native element, posed upstairs near the stair railing?
But I think not. Still. As I rode away, I thought, OK JRA, open your mind a bit, remember that you saw a big old desert tortoise hauling shell up the sidewalk near here, so, what if a pet panda got loose in the neighborhood, what would that look like, if you caught a glimpse of him loping along one of the quiet side streets lined with eucalyptus and oleanders?
So I gazed down the next side street, which looked just as I had imagined, and there it was: a black and white panda bear loping across the quiet street, having snuffled the scent of the bamboo grove in a nearby Japanese garden, on his breakfast walkabout. I ride through a world where such dreams are possible. I dream of pandas in the rain. Get up. Go ride.