Tense Past

OK so this right here is a conscious, decisive effort to be apolitical, asocial, aracial (is that a thing? yes? no?  No matter), agendered … all of that.  Easier to hate everything and everyone equally.  Keeps it simple. But must say … the ancestral progenitors of the ICS are flexing mad raucous these days. OK, …

Rites of Passage

theKid is an onlyborn.  Other relatives in the age range/peer group, but only has Half and other half as live and direct, in-house fam.  Other wrinkle (heh)?  Half and other half are a full two generations older than theKid, so highly likely, probable, and darn-near gah-ron-teed that theKid will have to bury one if not …

Play to Play

theKid had a tournament/game/meet of sorts … did pretty well, first in some, second in others, medals/trophies/awards all around. Half tends to focus on the win, whereas (non-competitive) other half is like, Isn’t playing the point? But suppose that is why Half has more success, and other half is just riding those coattails. Begs the …

Still Standing

Wow.  Guess glad now didn’t choose to invest.  They said (and you know how “they” are) not to worry about the fluctuations in the stock market unless retirement is pending in the next few years, but my goodness … do those next few years include the next 20? But … a wise person reminded that …

True Blessing

Celebrated the arrival of theKid earlier this month … asked for a zombie VR experience (yehinorite) accompanied by a few friends.  Cake, pizza, festivities and frivolities enjoyed by all. theKid gave a thumbs-up to the experience so feeling pretty validated.  Breeding has its perks. Speaking of … recent stats indicate the US birthrate has fallen …

Flashpoint

Oh, Ohio.  Read “Beloved,” by Toni Morrison.  Oprah should have left that one on the pages. Hard to put the murder of a child to save from slavery on film, but hey.  There’s that. Anyhoo, Ohio. Back in February, buncha horsemen riding hard put up some symbols and yelled some things and then got confronted …

Down to None

Love ‘em, and hate this.  So, so very much. The last dog, the final puppy, has gone on to that field of butterflies in the sky. Likely held on too long, did not want to let her go.  Just selfish. Cancer roiling through those bowels.  At the end, her back and skull bones were poking …