if legitimate news only gives you the blues
and to cogitate causes distress
if crazed peroration fills you with elation
and bile never fails to impress
if your pupils dilate during civil debate
as you long for a rushian screed
and the times and the post and the bleeding heart host
are far too much trouble to read
no need to be glum, simply wriggle your thumb
as you point at the idiot box
let the clicking device transport you in a trice
to the magical land of the fox
where a mad hatter shrewd comes adroitly unglued
(though he’s trapped in falafel fixation)
while a sweaty white rabbit of opioid habit
weeps loud at the fate of the nation
where a grin and good hair keep a cat on the air
long after his claws have worn thin
where evangelic glee plus a jesus degree
will soothe your election chagrin
ah, that land of ideals where the women wear heels
and no one that you know is gay
and the problems you face disappear without trace
if to the right godhead you pray
so be of good cheer, have a (domestic) beer
as polemic lulls worry away
for the evil and lazy and thriftless and crazy
must be kept well in hand and at bay
your job may be shaky, your pulse a bit quaky
your child to the left might still stray
but if you take care to sound like papa bear
you are not one of them.
for today.
And the resemblance. Seriously. Cindy told me last week that Nora is starting to look like me, particularly her expressions. I have to say, I’ve never seen it – she’s got my mother’s coloring exactly and every now and then, the pouty lip comes out and she looks a bit like my youngest cousin Brandy (who’s a fine girl, and what a good wife she would be). But any genetic combination unique to me appeared to have passed her by.
Soon, for the monkey. Beginning the 24th of August, just like the big kids. I can’t imagine days in a row with time to think… but they shimmer on the horizon like a domestic Xanadu.
Meanwhile, I write down how to make an armadillo while she sleeps, while Brian reads his webcomics or saves a corporate infrastructure or something before bed. Karmically speaking, even minus one beagle and plus some depressive episodes, I think that once again, I’m way ahead of the game through absolutely no virtue of my own.
And there appears to be a rather creepy movie on TCM. Ah.
ETA: The creepy movie has just segued into creepy movie about a mom dying and leaving her seven children who pretend that she’s not dead so they won’t be separaaaa… nope. Not watchin’ that.
There were a couple of rather healthy nips among the nibbles, at least on my fingers. Those lines of rocks create several good-sized, slow-flowing shallow pools perfect for three-year-old exploration.
The weather was miraculously temperate. We drove through a line of thunderstorms around Kerrville and emerged on the other side at Junction and South Llano River State Park. It was cloudy at first, but of course the water was warm, and in the middle of July in South Texas the temperature didn’t rise above 80° all day. Also, because of the ominous weather earlier, the river was beautifully uncrowded.
War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.
