February 18, 2005

And So It Begins

The Butcher's Wife has bugged out and I am on full Mr. Mom watch. In a little bit, I have to toss Llama-ettes Two and Three into the car and head off to collect their big sister from Brownies. I found out this afternoon that today is cookie pickup day, so we'll be coming back loaded down with thin mints, as well as the other, lesser varieties. My five year old is already talking about plundering some of them before we can make the proper deliveries.

In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what to do with my evening. This may be a good opportunity to play a little Age of Kings as I had mentioned a week or two back. I'm feeling rayther Byzantine today, so perhaps I'll drive the Saracens back into the desert. Then again, I may once again crush Steve-O's ill-founded belief in the invincibility of the Frankish Knights by Agincourting their collective ass. We'll see.

My apologies for not posting more today. Between getting the Missus off and dealing with dial-up, I'm sort of out of the loop. I hope nothing big happened in the world this afternoon? Oh, one thing for you football fans- I got my hair cut today and the guy next to me was insisting that Dallas is going to sign Drew Bledsoe. Take that for what it's worth.

Anyhoo, hope all y'all have a good weekend. Hope I do also. Film at eleven.

UPDATE: So much for the cookie run. While I knew the girl had taken a goodish number of orders, I had no idea that it ran to a total of 111 boxes. The only way I was going to get all of them home in my Jeep is if I had left one or two of the Llama-ettes at the Brownie meeting. As tempting as that thought was, I overcame the urge and arranged with another parent to have her haul off our boxes, which the gels and I will go and recover tomorrow using the Butcher's Wife's Cherokee. (Incidentally, on the way home this evening, I saw one of the most blood-curdling vanity license plates in my experience. It said, "ABBA GOD". Oh, the humanity!)

As for this evening's entertainment, well, what with one thing and another, I'm just reading some more of the Franklin biography. One other thing I can't quite figure out about it is why Walter Isaacson has it in so thoroughly for John Adams. This makes me think that I need to read David McCullough's biography of Adams soon, just to get the other side of the story, so to speak. You see how these things snowball? Perhaps I'll get round to Age of Kings tomorrow.....

Incidentally, for the benefit of Feisty Christina and all you other moms out there laughing at me so derisively over my Mr. Mom blogging, let me assure you that I am fully aware of the ridiculousness of my tone. In fact, I know of nobody on the planet who works harder than the Butcher's Wife. I also know that my occassional substitute role is a walk in the park by comparison. But the difference is that she's used to it and I'm not. In other words, she's a pro and I'm just an amateur hack.

Posted by Robert at February 18, 2005 05:24 PM

<homer voice>Mmmmm....Thin mints...</homer voice>

Enjoy your time with the gels. I have fun doing the occasional Mr. Mom gig, too.

Posted by: JohnL at February 18, 2005 05:41 PM

Okay, let me get this straight, being Mr. Mom actually interferes with your ability to get other things done??

That's a good one. I wonder how far that will get me if I don the Ms. Mom hat, oh, wait, it appears to already be glued to my head.

(just ribbin' ya, I think it's fun to watch men work at multi-tasking)

Enjoy the time with your children...it flies by all too quickly.

; )

Posted by: Christina at February 18, 2005 09:47 PM

Surely, the license plate was using "abba" in the Aramaic meaning of the word -- father -- and was not speaking of the execrable Swedish pop group.

For surely God could not tolerate such a blasphemy.

Posted by: The Colossus at February 19, 2005 12:13 AM

Isaacson is no fan of Adams. I have done the "book on tape" version of McCullough's work, and Adams comes off in that one as a humorless prude, also, although McCullough respects him far more than Isaacson does.

McCullough's work is the better history, but ultimately it is of a less entertaining subject. Franklin is one of the most interesting figures in history; the only character I have met in my historical readings who rivals him is Churchill. Not even Isaacson can fail with Franklin as a protagonist.

McCullough's work is more impressive in terms of research and analysis; but I can't see myself re-reading -- or in this case, re-listening to it.

Posted by: The Colossus at February 19, 2005 12:18 AM

Franklin doesn't come off that good, at least during the Paris years, in McCullough's book. Jefferson doesn't come off well at all. Imagine if those folk could only have put aside their personal differences, they might have made an enduring democratic republic based upon the rule of law.

Posted by: RobertJ at February 19, 2005 11:01 AM

You do have my admiration. I'd like to reschool some of the husbands I see around me when they speak of "baby-sitting" their children.

For the record, if the children belong to you, it's not "baby-sitting", it's "parenting."

I applaud you!

Posted by: Christina at February 19, 2005 07:45 PM

Robbo: the Butcher's Wife ran off yesterday with Mrs. LMC to go the girlie-girl thing, leaving me the Crown Prince and his new little sister from about 10:00 a.m. until 7:00 p.m. yesterday and then 10:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. today. The children and I had a big time and even managed to make it to Mass last nght and then to my mom's house where your bride and mine met us for dinner. Everyone behaved themselves. That is it all.

Posted by: LMC at February 20, 2005 04:42 PM
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