Bears

I have seen bears in Arkansas, despite the rumour spread by Townes. I just hope to not make their acquaintance this weekend in the Hill Country. Photo Source: Diesel Station

So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you

And even though your friends may stop and stare

Just remember that’s a bear there in the bunch with you

And they just don’t come no better than a bear

—Townes van Zandt

Job prospects for Suna seem to be looking up. She had a couple of calls today. I am focusing on keeping mine happy so that they do renew my funding after the end of the fiscal year.

We are also escaping for the weekend, leaving her car with R to give TubaBoy lessons in driving a standard transmission vehicle. Suna gave him one but says she had trouble with patience. I have never tried because he always has “better things to do” on the weekends—like go to debate tournaments or band with his friends.

Friday’s Feast

Appetizer: Make up a word and give us its definition.

Obtusology — the study that seeks to find meaning in the proclamations of our current president. See also, lost causes.

Soup: What is currently your favorite song?

I am pretty fond of John Fogerty’s “I Can’t Take It No More.” He says some things about GW that I wish I had said.

Salad: What’s at the top of your Christmas wish list this year?

A job for Suna. Of course, I would be happy if a more permanent job for me appeared, too.

Main Course: Name a scent that reminds you of someone special in your life.

I’ve never really been a scent person. The smell of an outhouse reminds me of my grandparents’ farm. The smell of rosewater reminds me of Suna.

Dessert: Who is someone on television that you feel probably shouldn’t be, and why?

The guys on ESPN who do Monday Night Football. They seem to forget that we are watching the game, not them. Commentary is one thing. What they do is something else.