we had really had a great time this past week. wow. really great.
therein lies a whole tale, the most of which must remain untold, at least for now.
but we returned home to a rude awakening of the real world. we’ve spent most of our waking hours since returning working around the house. by “we” I of course mean “anita and me”, since the kids seem to have spent most of that time sleeping.
there must have been some kind of crazy wind storm while we were gone, because my entire back yard was covered with leaves when we got back. so of course I had to rake that all up. thanks for the leaf blower bj & pam gave me, it helped a lot.
and then we forgot to tell the girl watching the dogs to bring them in on new year’s eve, so travis went nuts and basically chewed through the fence. no really. two of my six foot cedar pickets have been chewed basically to toothpicks up to a foot from the ground. with his outline silhouetted in them. I have to admit it was kind of a funny sight.
some nice neighbor grabbed him and his kids hugged and petted him all night. he is very huggable.
jackson deserves some kudos here, because mostly by accident, I can’t imagine how else, he is so well trained, that he apparently sat there at the threshold of the gate for a whole day, and never went through it. you’ve got to love that.
but this wasn’t the first time travis kind of wasted the fence though, so I decided to pretty much total it..
long story short: rob and I wound up pretty much rebuilding it from scratch. it was cool.
and of course, we returned to the outrage du jour. this time, I found it by accident, randomly cruising the blogonewsphere.
today’s outrage isn’t even really current anymore. its like old news. but how can it be old news if it never was new news? and that’s the part of it that is really newsworthy. something to consider on a new year’s day. maybe this year’s most underreported story.
anyway, you know, you pay $40. a month for this two pound rag to be delivered every morning and you imagine that if you have the time and inclination, you could be well informed, even if the killer story is buried down there on page 16 alongside the four column ads, but it would still be your fault if you didn’t catch it.
ah, but that’s where you’d be wrong.