Cake and coke again

Bo chides, “Cake and coke again. Again. The second time in three days.”

I know, but with Pop gone, it feels like wild times, and the cats can play!

Pop

Pop pulls into the driveway, and I rush to the kitchen to get busy with the chili, claiming the kitchen. I didn’t have to worry. Pop only stays for a few minutes. He takes his cocktail of pills and rushes back out, much like an eager teenager - pretty good for a seventy year old.

many Christian books

Reorganizing my GoodReads list to make it easier to use my ‘random selection’ routine, I am a little embarrassed to see how many Christian books I have. I really was losing myself to that lore, believing in heaven and eternal bliss. God, the desperation!

Daimon asks, “And you aren’t desperate now?”

Not bad enough to believe in fairy tales.

“Just bracing yourself for a cold, unhappy death, eh?”

Well, it’s not like I am looking to rush the process. As I have said time and again, I wouldn’t mind another twenty, thirty years of reading and blogging. But, yeah, I failed at everything I ever tried, and now, in later middle-age, we’re just amusing ourselves until the ax falls and puts an end to this pointless strife and ceaseless disappointment.

Julys were hard on you too

98 degrees and pure sun. It looks like the weather is back to business as usual, and business is brutal.

Mother says, “Poor elephant ears!”

I know. I always hate seeing them get clobbered like this every year. But I guess Julys were hard on you too.

“The things they can do!”

Pop comes running into the office to tell me about the new computer that is coming out. He points to the tower on the desk, “There’s none of that!” He points to the keyboard, “There’s none of that!” He points to the monitor, “There’s none of that!” He says this new computing marvel is just one big touch-screen. I take it that it is like a big Kindle or iPad, a tablet. He is in awe, “The things they can do!” He says, you can just touch a picture and it grows big!”

I don’t feel the excitement. In fact, I’m more than a little scared. I need the computer to write. I need to type. A keyboard is essential to me. Pop is not pleased that I am pissing on this new creation, and he tells me that he is not going to buy it, but he just cannot believe the things they do.

Pi is laughing. “I think your father is great. He has feeling. He is sooo human. You, by contrast, are a cold fish, an alien kind of being!”

Thank you Ms. Chauchat. It’s just that this sounds like a computer for dummies. I don’t use the computer just to look at pictures. I need to write. I need a real keyboard, not a miniature diagram.

“That’s funny, I thought you were pretty big on pictures. Have you checked your Google Reader yet for more teenage tits?”

I didn’t say that pictures weren’t important to me. But you know I need to write, right?