So, I watched Tucker’s interview. I didn’t watch the debate. This morning I’ve seen a few clips. My first reaction is that Fox News is essentially MSNBC with slightly less crazy, slightly less homely teleprompter readers. My second reaction is that Chris Christie and Nikki Haley must be competing to be Joe Biden’s running mate. Past that I don’t think it matters.
We’re in a lot of trouble.
I guess I already knew that but watching these things drives the point home. It’s quite disturbing. I guess the cavalry won’t be coming over the hill with bugles blaring and sabers flashing. We’re on our own.
Alright, snap out of it! Nobody wants to read stuff like that.
On the upside we had three sunny warm days in a row. That brought out some butterflies and other large insects. Very good for some microphotographic opportunities. Even with the grandkids here I’ve been able to steal away to get some time with the camera and macro lens. Next week the kids start school and Camera Girl will be sad. But she has much to look forward to. She has relented in her determination to get me to buy her a giant rabbit, specifically a Flemish Giant. Other than as a source of food, rabbits don’t really seem to serve any purpose, to my mind. But Camera Girl has been campaigning for one for several months. After many attempts to dissuade her, I eventually capitulated to this demand.
But once it sunk in that Princess Sack of Potatoes was really starting kindergarten and she wouldn’t have anything to mother, Camera Girl knew a rabbit wouldn’t suffice. So, she switched gears and demanded a puppy. And I gave up without a fight. Because a puppy in the house is infinitely better than a rabbit in the yard when it’s 10 οF outside and the rabbit needs liquid water. Or a hundred other things that need to be done for the rabbit outside when I’d rather be inside.
So, yeah, sure. A puppy will be joining the menagerie sometime later this year. Not that it’s a wholly good thing. Camera Girl is absolutely the worst dog trainer in the history of man’s association with these canine freeloaders. Whereas with her children and grandchildren she is a loving but stern disciplinarian, with her dogs she’s useless. They walk all over her and lack even the rudiments of obedience. It’s pathetic and annoying.
I’ve toyed with the idea of taking over the dog training job for this new recruit. After all, as paterfamilias it is my right and responsibility to hand down rough justice to my vassals. And at this point, vassal-wise, this dog may be the end of the line for me. So, the logic of it is there. At the same time, Camera Girl will be working behind the scenes undercutting my authority and spoiling the dog behind my back every chance she gets. Obviously, the choice is fraught with peril. I must choose carefully. Perhaps I will consult Marcus Aurelius or possibly Aristotle. Homer Simpson or Al Bundy? We’ll see.
So, this last full week before school is moving along, powered by LEGO blocks, old Disney movies, Camera girl’s short order cooking and my manly grit, determination and panache. We will persevere and by next Thursday quiet and order will descend on the Compound and a new era of productivity will reign on the site. Excelsior!