Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo apologizes again for the dearth of meaningful posting here. I’ve been spending a lot of time away from teh computer lately, either soaking in the first hints of approaching autumn (my favorite season of the year) or else glued to the teevee (in fact, frequently yelling at it much to the annoyance of my family) in anguished suspense, hoping my beloved Nats can catch the Mets. (We’re only down by four now, having swept the Braves this weekend, and open a home stand against the Mets this afternoon. It’s gonna be yuuuge.)
In the meanwhile, Robbo is enjoying this Labor Day by pointedly refusing to mow the lawn and also by reveling in de lamentations of de vimmin, as it’s Back to School tomorrow morning for the Gels: Senior, sophomore and 8th grader. Where does the time get to?
In the meanwhile, a few idle observations:
♦ At long, long last, I have actually started some preliminary work on the idea I have long nourished of trying to compose another entry in the Flashman Papers that covers Flashy’s involvement in the American Civil War. Granted, so far it’s nothing more than taking notes on references to his adventures there as I read the other novels, but hey, it’s a start, no? I reckon to be poking at this off and on for the rest of my sentient life.
♦ My big plan for today is to wash La Wrangler. If you knew how infrequently I actually do this, you would be impressed: It must be a good three or four years since the last time. I’ve always felt there was something wrong with the sort of people who are compulsive about keeping their wheels shiny.
♦ Watched “Annie Hall” last evening for the first time in years. Eh, I can see that it’s well done but, apart from “Sleeper” Allen’s stuff doesn’t age well with me. (BTW, I hadn’t noticed before that Christopher Walken played Diane Keaton’s little brother. I had to stifle a comment about more cowbell.)
♦ My poor brother has to have back surgery this week – blew a disc through too much running. I’m glad that my own shot knees give me the excuse not to have to indulge in such an unhealthy pastime.
♦ Message to GOPe: Calling conservatives dupes and morons is not going to attract us back into the fold. Just saying.
Whelp, off to give the car her bath and then settle in for the game. What else can one say except