So, my parents arrived here late Friday night. The recalcitrant brother, however, is still in Georgia, so the whole purpose of them coming down–to get all our plumbing stuff straight–didn’t quite work out. On the other hand, we now have some curtains, which has really made a marked improvement on the dining room, even if we did get those curtains at Big Lots.
The curtains we got for my room ended up being much shorter than mom or I thought they’d be, so I’ll have to be on the look out for longer ones. It’s the right effect though, so that makes me happy. I’m on the right track.
Anyway, we’ve started about 100 projects and finished about none of them. But the kitchen is completely finished, which somehow makes the whole place feel more put together.
It’s glaringly obvious that we need to get a lawn mower. Also glaringly obvious that I don’t have much to spend on one. I can probably lure Mack down here one more time to mow the lawn, but after that, we’ve got to figure out something to do ourselves. We could have sheep, right?
Ha, no, just kidding.
One of our tasks yesterday was to drive by John Rich’s new house which was good fun. My dad, especially laughed, though I will say, in fairness to Rich, the way it’s situated on the hill makes it look much less obnoxious than I thought it might.
However, I am wondering if that place in town is to replace the place out here or in addition to the place out here, because we saw his tour bus pull in the current place the other night and it’s still sitting there now. He’s certainly not going to inflict that thing on Love Circle, is he? That street is just a hair wider than my ass, and people park on it.
I hope he’s got a good driver.
Ha, I’m John Rich’s obnoxious, gossipy neighbor.
The world is a weird place, my friends, very weird.
We had a huge family fight about Chicago trying to set up a high school specifically for GLBT kids. I am of two minds about it. On the one hand, I am glad that students will have a place to go where they can be safe and learn in peace. On the other hand, it seems to me like tossing up your hands and admitting that you can’t keep the kids in your schools safe and that seems extremely unacceptable to me.
But my Dad was against it because he thinks it’s “special treatment” and how are people ever supposed to learn tolerance of diversity if they’re never exposed to people who are different than them? Plus, people get beat up all the time at high school, so buck up, gay kids.
I pointed out that, if your daughter was being harrassed and sexually assaulted in school and the school seemed powerless to stop it, no one would think it was weird if you pulled your girl and put her in an all-girls school.
And then the Butcher was all “That stuff doesn’t happen without it getting stopped. I just don’t think that girls get raped and it’s not believed.” At which point, I had to reach down his throat and grab his heart, rip it out and beat him to death with it.
So, that was messy and unfun.
Needless to say, that’s when we had to restore family unity by making fun of John Rich.
Study that, sociologists. I’m sure there’s a field-day’s worth of material there.