The weekend started with a blast! My neighbor Daryl blasting 70s music from his car radio that is, and no Daryl to be found. I didn’t see his rusty step van / shuttle craft sitting around, and being from outside of this world Daryl probably got an urgent call from the mother ship. My other theory was that there was a beer festival, or a weirdo convention someplace that he had to rush to. I think I’ll go with the mother ship explanation.
The rest of Saturday was a rollercoaster ride of grocery shopping, the library, little league, and ending with me bringing my boys to sing at a gala charity event. I felt a little under dressed as I watched them perform in my shorts, and sweaty T-shirt but we barely had time to get the boys changed after a baseball game, and unfortunately I was still in my baseball watching duds. They enjoyed singing to the –half paying attention- group of wine sippers, and I’m glad the crowd was drinking it up because their money was going to support autistic kids. I think my boys enjoyed being at the ritzy affair even for a short while, but as we were walking back to the car they inexplicably started bugging me about buying them cake. Fortunately for me in my rush to get them to the event I left my wallet sitting on my desk at home, so no cake today! All I wanted to do is go home and sit down; sometimes kids have to give dad a break.
Sunday started off with the usual Sunday newspaper comics, and a cup-O-Joe. I then move on to other news, like the story about the 40 pound cat. At first I shook my head and then I remembered I had a cat named Bear, he was a mild mannered black cat that was great with kids but had an eating disorder. Other cats would stop eating when they were full but not Bear, that cat could really put away the kibble. One day I actually saw him get stuck in the cat door while he was trying to chase some feline interloper, he made it through the door but it wasn’t pretty. Bear was a hearty cat, and one day I accidentally backed over him with my car! He survived, and I rushed him to the cat emergency room, and after several hundred dollars in X-rays they couldn’t find anything wrong with him. He was a bit crooked for a while but he was OK. I just loved that cat.
“He took your stuff, he took your stuff!” is the sound of
Sunday morning in my house. Sundays is when my 12 year old talks to his friend
-who is in Sweden- on Skype while they work together in an online game called
Minecraft. His 8 year old brother is his cheerleader as he makes his way
through the imaginary world they are playing in.
“How much pork do you have? And how many arrows?” he shouts.
I take two ibuprofen tablets
and decide to do some writing. The sound of a blender
mixing waffle batter also enters into the noise.
The words “I’ve got a set of gills too, and guys we are
going to have to stay together” echoes in my brain.
“Can you refill my coffee cup?” I ask my lovely spouse as
she takes her turn working in the kitchen. I did the dish cleanup to get
everything ready for her waffle making.
“No I’m not shooting at you I’m trying to hit the spiders!
Oops, sorry I think I hit you with an arrow senior” hit’s my brain.
The timer is set for one more hour and I kick them off of
the computer so they can enjoy the beautiful warm spring day, being a cave
trolls at the keyboard is not an option. To drown out all of this noise, I have
my ear buds in listening to the old 70s group “Heart.” My wife is in Graduate
school and has me proofreading her papers, ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz. “Coffee, fill er up
stat!” I say as I try and keep my brain from daydreaming about fun things like
sandy beaches and drinks with little umbrellas in them while
I'm
proof
reading.
I received a political advertisement for Matthew Robinson on
Saturday, and was looking at it Sunday morning. I had compared Matthew to Opie
Taylor in “Opie
for Congress! And Other Batshit Crazy News!” and was wondering when I would
see some of his Koch brothers funded advertisements. When it arrived Saturday I
immediately scanned it and sent the picture of Opie –Matthew- to a gentleman
named Bob who is making a film. He was searching for a larger picture and this
was serendipity. I’m helping to spread the word about the Robinson -whack job- duo
and their quest to feed me radiation. The funny thing is that I actually agree
with one of his talking points in the flyer. Apparently he believes in only
using our military to protect our country in case it’s attacked; which I
basically agree with. But, he and papa Robinson also want to balance the budget
by cutting out school funding, and putting senior citizens in poverty. I think
they have been sampling way too much radioactive waste over at the Robinson
household.
Sundays have always been my favorite day of the week,
Saturdays are busy but Sundays always seem more peaceful especially when you
get to sit outside and read under a big umbrella in the sunshine. In the
evening the doors were still open, and a chorus of a thousand and one frogs could
be heard emanating from the yard down below. I saw two garter snakes today, and
our little dog visited my neighbor next door, not Daryl but Daryl’s buddy, you
know the one who threw fish on my roof. She barked at him for a while before
crawling under the fence when I called her to come back home. She gave him a
good talking to; it’s funny how people seem to get what you deserve sometimes.
