Today the younger cohort of the grandson army invaded the Compound with ruthless abandon and bottomless appetites. So basically, all writing efforts were abandoned and we settled into a format of games (chess, billiards and scrabble), junk food (chocolate chip pancakes, mac and cheese and ice cream sandwiches) and Dinotasia. And it was a lot of fun. The little guys are getting alarmingly good at pool and chess. I find myself feeling more and more like a trapped beast. Their mockery of my performance in these games of skill is becoming crueler. But I soldiered on pretending that I was just toying with them.
Camera Girl spent her time in the kitchen whipping up breakfast, lunch and endless snacks to keep these ravenous locusts from attacking the woodwork and linens. When their mom showed up to cart them off, I collapsed into a pile of shattered nerves and vowed that when they show up tomorrow morning that I will shackle them to the wall of the deepest ancestral catacomb and promptly wall them up. Well, we’ll see. Maybe we’ll skip the Dinotasia. Tomorrow there’s a local soccer game we’re attending with the littlest guy and then they’re back with their siblings for whatever weekend events their parents are presiding over. But I like when we get them in age groups. The older and younger cohorts no longer overlap in tastes and activities. In fact, I suspect I’m no longer grown up enough for the older kids. They’ve outgrown Dinotopia and I’ve started to balk at some of the Marvel Comic Universe that is their staple diet. I’m going to have to pick and choose to find stuff for us to watch together. But we can start thinking about ways to treat them as adults soon. College age grandchildren is something new for me. But we’ll figure it out. Maybe I can get advice on computer coding problems I’m having. It’s sort of a return on investment for the forty-five years I’ve invested in this social experiment. Am I asking too much?
So, I’m way behind my reading for the day and I’ll see what’s worth writing about. What is interesting is a sense of panic seems to be slowly oozing from behind the façade of the fake news industrial complex. It’s as if they’re slowly signaling to the true believers to prepare themselves for the fact that maybe the abortion crusade isn’t going to save them from the Mid-Term wave that seem to be regenerating. For all of the happy talk about Joe Biden’s renewed popularity, inflation is ravaging the household budgets of the working and middle classes and urban crime is frightening the pants off of even the suburbanites who live within fifty miles of the dumpster fires that used to be our cities.
Well, hang in there, folks. I’ll be up to snuff soon and full of annoying opinions and outrageous pronouncements. I’ve got a new movie review and some other stuff coming up and I’ll astound you with my sagacity and perspicacity. And if not those then some other -city words that I haven’t looked up in the thesaurus yet. To be continued.