Archive for July, 2018


22 July, 2018

MrCuddles is off with one of his BFFs at SunLake. We got a few photos.

MsSqueaky and I played a very serious Kerplunk tournament… she won.

MrGrunty and I went to see “Uncle Drew”. I had fun hanging out with him, but…well… even with low expectations, it was bad. Best part was watching Lisa Leslie and Chris Webber interact. I had to explain to MrG why everyone laughed with Uncle Drew told Preacher “No matter what happens, we don’t have any time outs left.”  Poor C-Webb.

Family Life – Akhil Sharma

21 July, 2018

this book is very life like: as in meandering, without a plot, and chaotic. Filled with sections of boring, descriptions of the mundane, and inconsistent characters.

  • kid has conversations with god…could be interesting, but only lasted a few pages
  • kid has first girl friend…could be interesting, but only lasted a few pages
  • dad becomes alcoholic…and a few pages later has recovered
  • Last two pages…. and I quote, because there are no spoilers in a story without a plot: “I didn’t know Hema well, but I took her to a resort in Mexico….The happiness was almost heavy. That was when I knew I had a problem.”
  • That’s it. The whole book is about unhappy life, because his family is dealing with living in a new country. AND his family is living with oldest son tragically brain damaged suddenly. But we end the book by protagonist suddenly becoming happy.

I don’t get it – Akhil Sharma is a professor of creative writing.

I don’t get it – evidently NYT Book Review listed this as top ten books of 2014.

SIDE NOTE: I hear by give permission to MyBetterHalf and MyChildrens to allow me to die if I am in a brain damaged coma and cannot respond.


20 July, 2018

I took the childrens, each had a friend with them, to go see “Mountain”. I liked it. Was beautiful, great music, …quote from a child “it was OK but boring”.

We went as a family to go watch the Seattle Storm.

MsS birthday celebration, we went roller skating. One of her friends was learning how to skate, and it was very cute, right after I fell she rolled over to me to ask if I was OK.

MrG birthday celebration, we went to Mariners baseball game.

We went to the Amazon Seattle Sphere…funny thing, I think the childrens had the most fun playing with each other and jumping on the beanbags while we were waiting our turn to enter.


15 July, 2018

MrC and I worked on “only ten each” of flash cards for vocabulary and multiplication. He’s a bit behind where he needs to be in school, and we need to get him caught up for fall. Hoping that as his classmates get the “summer slump” that he will catch up to them. He also got his first kill in FortNite…uh…I’m so proud? (Actually, he was agressive, knocked down their fort, and weakened them with a rocket laucher, then close shoot out with a sub machine gun, then when they were down, finished them by dropping grenade and running. Yes. FortNite is my “video game of the now”.)

MrG and I talked about NBA trades. And wondered why a few idiots would run onto the field during World Cup…and what prison would be like in Russia. (Not good.)

MsS likes a story…  I told her my best concert performance ever in England with the youth symphony.

It’s past MyBetterHalf’s bedtime, but she is lost in a book.

We clipped MrOliverKitties nails… which is new, because when he was younger, he happily scratched up wood in MsSqueaky’s room.

PS… Good job, Ms Serena Williams. You play like a mother.  (Yes, I am getting a bit emotional because of a swamp juice commercial.)

Wolf Hollow

8 July, 2018

…and when MyBetterHalf and the childrens were away for the Fourth of July, I read “Wolf Hollow” By Lauren E. Wolk.

It was a quick, good read.

I’m hoping one of my childrens will read it, and we can chat.

the family returns

6 July, 2018

The family went to Leavenworth this past weekend, MsS rode in my car, the MrC & MrG in MyBetterHalf. We had a nice little two room cabin, which I always wonder about, how would it be to winter in said cabin…as the did in olden America. Or as they do in poor parts of the world. Or what if this whole campground, with around a hundred families was teleported to zombie land or dinosaur land…would we survive?

Well, the childrens are getting older, and wandered around the camp a bit on their own. Luckily they didn’t fall in the river, step on a snake or get run over by a shuttle bus. (When we were on the shuttle, we saw a youngster zip right in front of the bus!) They played some basketball, it was nice to see MrG encouraging his siblings and giving them an extra shot. (Side note: when we were playing a real game of two on two, MrG was getting upset with MrC double-dribble and traveling.)  ((Side note #2, the other day, MrG was playing FortNite… a great game all about killing the other squad. He got killed, and he complemented the player who killed him. Growth.))

That evening, MrC needed a calm down walk, because he was having a meltdown…he an I went to the river, and we saw bats zipping around at dusk. Fun!

Anyway…they went to Spokane. I went home to school & work.

They returned today…and MyBetterHalf did a great job with them, because this evening they were still wanting to play with each other, and were playing a game of catch that MrG invented, in the front yard.

Lafayette in the Somewhat United States

1 July, 2018

I appreciate Sarah Vowell, who likes “to use whatever’s lying around to paint pictures of the past”.

She tosses in things like “Considering Independence Hall was also where the founders calculated that a slave equals three-fifths of a person…making an adolescent who barely spoke English a major general at the age I got hired to run the cash register…was not the worst decision ever made there.”

“Years before the first shots were fired, women…were quietly sticking it to their colonial overlords with their needles and pins.”  (Describing the American home-spun movement.)

She mentions the American publishers fetish for war history, but she sees American history as a history of argument.

Note to self for further investigation:

  • Christopher Densmore: “The Quaker Origin of the first Women’s Rights Convention”
  • E. Wayne Carp: “To Starve the Army at Pleasure”