Another blessed even – a paid day off from serving the public as a tiny but extraordinarily significant cog in the wheel of what passes for government in this corner of the cosmos.
I spent the morning looking after my little son, the lion boy (some times when he wakes up in the morning, before we go in and get him out of his room, he’ll crawl back and forth in his crib like a lion in a cage – I’ve taught him to roar, too), played blocks with him, read books with him, comforted him when he bumped his head, changed him a couple of times, and fed him his solid food, rocked him to sleep. Nothing is better than being that kid’s dad.
Took Seventy-Six to see his mom, the Cautious One, at work where she’s being tormented with a school-district in-service today. She took him to lunch with her and a couple other teachers, then over to my mom’s house.
I came home, made lunch, ate it while watching a couple of episodes of Dr. Who on NetFlix Now – one good reason to keep an old Windows computer running and hooked up to the Internet. That’s got to be one of the greatest shows ever. I remember when I was a kid, exhibiting an interest in science fiction, and my dad tried to introduce me to The Doctor. I couldn’t get past, even at the age of maybe 9, 10, 11, the funky production values.
Thanks to K von K, I looked up Daleks, and am now fully addicted to the most recent incarnation of that oddball television series that first aired some twenty days before my birth. Yeah, it’s fate, synchronous geekery, or some idea of reference. No matter.
Somebody, I can’t remember the source now, wrote or said that we read because we want to know we’re not alone.
So I’ve got the laundry-twins, Scott and Jennifer, working away – expensive Bosch front-loading home appliances. Jennifer washes and Scott dries. Nice suburbanite Stepford names.
A couple of the Australian cartoons in my previous post are a little over the top, and the gallery software would not, even though I selected the option, arrange the image files by name. Dunno why not.