My wife's best friend moved away today. She lamented that she has no friends in town any more. It made me sad, because I haven't had a friend for 20 years or so. I'm not sure why. My 2 semi-lifelong bosom buddies and I drifted apart in our mid-twenties, and they have never been replaced. Oh, I have friendly people I know, and we know some personal details about each other. But there is no one over the last 2 decades that I can just call on the phone for help with a broken car, or watch football with every weekend, or plan a fishing trip, or go on combined family picnics. I'm not exactly sure why, but I'm reasonably sure the fault lies with me.
The difference is: my wife is a wonderful person who will have little difficulty finding another friend.
* * * * *
Another little piece of my youth was swallowed by history with Jim McKay's death. I was never a rabid sports fan, but he was a staple of television in my younger days. Who could forget "The thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat?" He WAS the Olympics, especially with the life changing 1972 Munich games, punctuated by his succinct and poignant coda "They're all gone." In an industry of testosterone, arrogance, and ego, he was a gentle man that made sports accessible to us non-jocks.
Goodbye, Jim. Everyone liked you, and that is rare.
* * * * *
Middle age is a capricious bitch. One day you are at the top of your game, the respected mentor. The next day you are the dismissed out-of-touch dork barraged by medical tests. It's aggravating in the extreme, but somehow the bitch gives you the resilience to ignore it all.
But she's still a bitch.
* * * * *
I love my new dog, Poppy. She occasionally succeeds in stealing a butter tub from the counter, or finds a stray remote control to chew, but she is sweet. She is affectionate, smart, and eager to please. She's learning, and LOVES Princessfisher and me. She's okay with Queenfisher. For once, the alpha female of the house is not the favorite.
That makes me laugh.
* * * * *
Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" was on the jukebox, and it really really really really really really really sucks the vomit hose.
If you like modern R&B/Rap/Hip Hop/Dance to the exclusion of all else, you are either to young to appreciate music or you are a fucking retard.
* * * * *
Right now I am in the mood for a Cobb salad with bleu cheese that would barely fit in the trunk of my car.
Pay attention to your cravings, they usually mean something. Even the "bad" ones.
* * * * *
Fireworks stands will go up soon. Cannot wait. Bonus: July 4 is on a Friday this year. My house will be beer and barbecue and blowing shit up central. I will get to use the word "punk" around my teenage son and his friends about 47 times.
If you don't understand the dual definition, your Independence Day party is gonna suck.
* * * * *
Hillary finally gave up. Shutup feminists. The majority of us have no problem with a female president. It was her entitlement attitude, even before her run for president, that turned many of us off. If you truly believe the national persona/focus/spirit will fundamentally change with a female in the White House, you are hopelessly naive. Politics is politics. Different players, same chess game.
BTW, "Clinton" re-arranged is "nonclit."
* * * * *
Gardening in the Mojave is one of the biggest challenges I've ever faced. So far, I've failed miserably at my favorites: cut flowers, vegetables, herbs, and succulents. My daughter has expressed an interest. Given her femaleness and her mother's gifts, I have no doubt she'll do better.
She better grow some damn good Roma tomatoes to overcome my jealousy.
* * * * *
I guess that's it for now. Go Big Brown!
(And by extension, Fuck you, PETA!)
The difference is: my wife is a wonderful person who will have little difficulty finding another friend.
* * * * *
Another little piece of my youth was swallowed by history with Jim McKay's death. I was never a rabid sports fan, but he was a staple of television in my younger days. Who could forget "The thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat?" He WAS the Olympics, especially with the life changing 1972 Munich games, punctuated by his succinct and poignant coda "They're all gone." In an industry of testosterone, arrogance, and ego, he was a gentle man that made sports accessible to us non-jocks.
Goodbye, Jim. Everyone liked you, and that is rare.
* * * * *
Middle age is a capricious bitch. One day you are at the top of your game, the respected mentor. The next day you are the dismissed out-of-touch dork barraged by medical tests. It's aggravating in the extreme, but somehow the bitch gives you the resilience to ignore it all.
But she's still a bitch.
* * * * *
I love my new dog, Poppy. She occasionally succeeds in stealing a butter tub from the counter, or finds a stray remote control to chew, but she is sweet. She is affectionate, smart, and eager to please. She's learning, and LOVES Princessfisher and me. She's okay with Queenfisher. For once, the alpha female of the house is not the favorite.
That makes me laugh.
* * * * *
Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" was on the jukebox, and it really really really really really really really sucks the vomit hose.
If you like modern R&B/Rap/Hip Hop/Dance to the exclusion of all else, you are either to young to appreciate music or you are a fucking retard.
* * * * *
Right now I am in the mood for a Cobb salad with bleu cheese that would barely fit in the trunk of my car.
Pay attention to your cravings, they usually mean something. Even the "bad" ones.
* * * * *
Fireworks stands will go up soon. Cannot wait. Bonus: July 4 is on a Friday this year. My house will be beer and barbecue and blowing shit up central. I will get to use the word "punk" around my teenage son and his friends about 47 times.
If you don't understand the dual definition, your Independence Day party is gonna suck.
* * * * *
Hillary finally gave up. Shutup feminists. The majority of us have no problem with a female president. It was her entitlement attitude, even before her run for president, that turned many of us off. If you truly believe the national persona/focus/spirit will fundamentally change with a female in the White House, you are hopelessly naive. Politics is politics. Different players, same chess game.
BTW, "Clinton" re-arranged is "nonclit."
* * * * *
Gardening in the Mojave is one of the biggest challenges I've ever faced. So far, I've failed miserably at my favorites: cut flowers, vegetables, herbs, and succulents. My daughter has expressed an interest. Given her femaleness and her mother's gifts, I have no doubt she'll do better.
She better grow some damn good Roma tomatoes to overcome my jealousy.
* * * * *
I guess that's it for now. Go Big Brown!
(And by extension, Fuck you, PETA!)
