Neanderpundit

Between the daughter missing her mom, and missing me, (I had to fly out of town for a day, turned out to be two days) and a plethora of other annoying little disasters, it was a long week. Good to see the backside of it.

In the news, people hurt each other. People died and got killed. People were assholes. In other words, SS/DD. All I was worried about was my kid.

Now that our family is back together, I’m looking at the world and becoming very impatient. Someone needs to fix a lot of this shit, and needs to do so soon. I’m sick to death of all the mess. Fish or cut bait, folks, but don’t stand by. Don’t make me call my mom, because if I turn MOM loose on you, you’ll wish you listened to me.

Wife’s sister-in-law died, no actual relation to me, but a decent person. Long bout with cancer. Wife has been in Canada all week, visiting, and I’ve been Mr Mom.

Being a mom or a dad is a tough enough job, but doing both is draining. I only wish I could do more. What the wife is going through, I can’t fix, can’t make it better, so I’ll do all I can do, which is to hold down the fort till she returns

Daughter misses her, I miss her. SHe’ll be gone a lot of this week, and I’ll also be gone on wednesday, so Gramma will watch the daughter. Thank god for grammas. I’m anxious to get life back to normal, but then, who isn’t? Wish me luck, I’ll need some.

Full circle. This is my daughter, shooting a Stevens Crackshot 26 which my best friend loaned to me, which was his father’s rifle when he was very young.
Nearly forty years ago this year, my father took me to a field in my grandfather’s farm, put a shotgun in my hands (after carefully explaining the rules) and threw clays for me until I got the hang of leading them.

She carefully and eagerly followed my instructions, and did OK, for a beginner. Got the holes on the paper, after around 15 shots at 25 yards. I’m incredibly proud.

This is what it’s about, folks. Don’t wait until it’s too late to pass the torch.