1) I think I never tire of singing Little Danger’s praises. It’s kind of amazing how little kids level up like intrepid adventurers sometimes, how one day something may be beyond them and the next they are masters in the making.
We had another Lake Therapy session this weekend, and a more eventful than most at that. On Saturday, we anchored the pontoon boat in a cove that has a lovely little waterfall on the left bank. It’s truly a pretty spot.
My brother in law and I set out from the boat to said waterfall, a good 70 yard swim. As we made it to the trickling water, we noticed his kids, Lizardbelly and the General, behind us. What surprised us most, though, was Little Danger and his Memaw swimming toward us as well. He was in the lead by a good 6 feet or so.
Little Danger made the entire 70 yards (we were all wearing lifejackets, but he still had a good strong stroke going) and insisted on swimming up under the waterfall on his own, giggling the while. He didn’t want to leave the waterfall, but as there was a good deal of drift and trash under there, we didn’t linger. He then insisted on the return trip with no assistance as well.
Little Man loves the lake
He further spent the next 40 minutes jumping off the boat into the lake with his cousins, an endless cycle of jump to Memaw, swim to the ladder, climb the ladder, run to the bow, jump to Memaw…
This from the kid that 2 days earlier didn’t want to get his face wet in the lake. They grow up so fast.
2) I think I didn’t want another dog. Alas, sometimes we are chosen.
We spent part of our Lake Therapy tied up in a cove, houseboat beached in the wayback with little to no traffic. On our second day, we were visited by two strays, skinny little things with no collars.
Try as we might, they never left. We did that thing you aren’t supposed to do, and fed them. They inhaled the food, much as we suspected they would. They slept on the bow of the boat, and when Little Danger woke up he said “Where my Lake Dog?”
Our third day on the lake was interrupted by a trip to the vet for the strays.
One came home to us, the other to the General and Lizardbelly’s house. SUCKERS. That’s us.
But how can you say “go away” to this face? They have a semi-clean bill of health, now that the ticks have been killed. They have just about every worm that a dog can host, so we have to keep her semi-segregated from Oberon the mighty for a while, especially her poop.
She might be at the office with me right now. I might be a pushover. I didn’t want another dog.
Whereas my son loves the Avengers, and insists that he is Captain America and I am Ironman (and Wifefish is Hulk…evidently you wouldn’t like her when she’s angry), and whereas I am a giant geek, we have decided to call this girl Pepper, as in Pepper Potts. Extra added geek cool factor: We rescued Pepper, and Pepper Potts got an armor suit in the comics, which was called Rescue. Recursive fun for the win.
3) I think things are about to be tighter than I like again. Like whoa. I get to deal with the end of a foreclosure on the rental house, which marks the endcap of my failure as a landlord. I’m not thrilled about it, but it is what it is. 2014 will be the year of trying to repair fucked up credit, amongst other things.
Getting to 2014 is going to be a challenge. Whereas things have been looking up, the loss of the rent income is definitely something we’re going to feel. There’s too much long term opportunity and not enough make shit happen right now, and I need to move some of column A into column B here. To that end, I’ll be testing for one of the licenses I need at the end of the month. Hopefully I can keep the upward trend going, even with the current challenges.
4) I think I like lunches at the office now. I was gifted a new grill, so I brought my old one in to the office. Now, I can go to the local market and buy about 4 pounds of chicken drumsticks or thighs for $7, a few veggie packs for $1, and make dinner for a week on the same amount of money it would cost me to get a chicken sandwich value meal for one day. And it’s grilled. Bonus.
Downside? It feels absolutely fucking unnatural to grill meat with no beer in hand, to eat said seared flesh with no beer near. A nice tall glass of water suffices, but only barely. If hashtags were a thing in blogs, this would be the next entry: #firstworldproblems. But they’re not, so that should be the last hashtag you see here. If not, feel free to shoot me in the big toe with a paintball gun.
5) I think you should brush up on your civil rights. You can read many sources and discover some disturbing trends. Many of you are familiar with my feelings about the TSA, but did you know their VIPR teams are now at sporting events and highway rest stops? You should, and you should know your rights.
You should know your rights when speaking to the police, regarding anything. You should know each and every one of the Ten Amendments, and even if you don’t like some of them, you should think about why they are important. You should get to know a defense attorney, even if you think you’ll never need one. I know three, and they are the only lawyers I’ve ever met that are actual warm human beings.
This last thought isn’t really about anything specific, just a reminder to my readers…look at the civil liberties you are supposed to have, and then please reflect on the liberties you give up every day. It’s a bit frightening, really.
So, gang…what do YOU think?