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?
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