October 13, 2008

Well, no...

...the intent is not to become All Bugs, All the Time, but what can I do!?

This weekend, Rebecca came running in the house asking in near-terror what sort of bug is huge and has wings and is ugly and is big. And huge. And HUGE. And ugly.

"Does it look like a big cigar butt?"

Not being a cigar aficionado nor a keeper of company with those of that ilk, the best she could muster was "I dunno. BUT IT'S HUGE! And PATCHES IS EATING IT!!"

I told her it sounded like he'd gotten a cicada (and no, I didn't wet my pants at the mere thought of it) and followed her outside to go look.

Sure enough, he'd found a big ugly buzzy play toy, rich in natural bug proteins and evil. According to Middle Girl, he was romping in the yard, then suddenly ran over to one of the trees and started snapping and pawing and chewing and rolling and tossing the thing up in the air.

Let me tell you--these things are apparently indestructable. Even after several minutes of abuse at his paws and jaws, the thing was still kicking. That's saying something, considering this dog could eat a wrecking ball.

Anyway, Rebecca took his toy away and hid it under something in the garden, and I was once again reminded of just how much I can't stand large ugly bugs.

I am heartened, however, that Patches will viciously protect me from them. It's almost enough to forgive him waking me up in the middle of the night last night with his infernal barking.

In other news, it's now been over a week since we had the kids from church over, and the downstairs of the house is STILL clean!

Second, Rebecca has now driven herself to work TWICE. All the way down to the foot of the hill. Without incident. That I know of.

Third, the upcoming election (or as I like to call it, "BOHICA--Carter's Revenge") got me to thinking the other day about what good things I remember from the years 1977-1981.

Eh. It was okay. Really. I know everyone likes to dump on the late 1970s, but aside from the awful clothes and awful hair and awful television shows and awful cars and general level of awfulness, it was survivable. I mean, I lived in a house, both my parents had more or less stable, moderately well-paid jobs, I went to school, ate three meals a day, had clothes to wear (and yes, I had several REALLY cool Quiana shirts, and a brown leisure suit, and a pair of patent-leather platform wingtips that were navy and burgundy, and I had many pairs of tight cutoff blue jean shorts that were entirely too short that I would cut grass in), had a car to drive around in (triple-black '72 Monte Carlo) and despite all the national and world turmoil, I don't recall being miserable and mopey and full of fear and dread and junk like that. Of course, that's filtered through 32 years of trying to forget everything bad that happened, and not having to live through it with the responsibilities of adulthood.

Things might have seemed a bit more awful in that case.

At least this time around, we've got really cool computers, and cars work darned well, and there are more than three television stations, and they all broadcast in digital, and there is some distinction in clothing worn by office workers and that worn by circus clowns.

So hey, how bad could the next four years be!?

OH! Something I forgot yesterday--one of our local Presbyterian churches has noted on their sign that they're having a Taize service this week. Being an unsophisticated backwoods rube, I had no idea what that was, and so every time I've seen the sign for the past few days, the only thing that pops into my mind is "DON'T TAIZE ME, BRO!" That's probably not very nice.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 13, 2008 05:04 PM

We have them on some Wednesday evenings and have incorporated elements into other services. I'm still trying to decide which i would rather have-- our reading or yours.

Posted by: jim at October 15, 2008 12:13 AM

Maybe you could modify it a bit and say "TAIZE ME, BRO!"

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 15, 2008 07:34 AM

Before worship service on Sunday morning we were asked to fill out a 4 page questionnaire about church "stuff". One of the questions involved preferred music for worship, and one of the answers was Taize and something else. I had never heard of it and asked one of the ushers. He hadn't heard about it either. I googled it later and found out it's some kind of chanting from France. Since I already work for a company from France, I decided not to pursue it any further. I'm still wondering what it sounds like, though, so maybe I'll try to find some samples on the web. There is an accent on the "e", maybe making the pronounciation as tah-ZAY or tay-ZAY.

I was not in the workforce until after Jimmuh was out of the White House, safely nestled in the bosom of higher learning (unfortunately too many highers for my own good) during that time. Folks complain about GWBush being the worst President ever, but I think the peanut farmer will get that nod without breaking a sweat. It makes you wonder how the current War on Terrorism would be different if we had a more effective executive in office during the late 70's.

Posted by: MarxV at October 15, 2008 10:00 PM

Well, based on this blurb from South Plains Public Radio, it's tay-ZAY. I guess I'll start having to pronounce 'maize' as may-ZAY, just to annoy people.

As for Carter, to paraphrase Churchill, he is a very humble man. And has much to be humble about.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 16, 2008 07:42 AM