The wife and I are watching the Hatfields and McCoys miniseries on the History Channel. It’s pretty good, though one does get the feeling a lot of the trouble could have been avoided if folks had just not spent so much time drinking and messing about with firearms.
Here in the United States, Monday was Memorial Day. There have been several members of my family who have served in one branch or another of the military, and it’s not something anyone should ever take lightly. Whether you agree with our country’s reasons for going to war or. It, dedicating yourself to a larger cause and being willing to lay down your life for it is something that is pretty damn admirable.
And with this, I am finally caught up! Just watched this week’s episode of Game of Thrones, which was basically the Tyrion Lannister show. I can’t complain.
Went to a birthday party this afternoon, where I actually had this conversation. Good times.
We had this conversation. Really. I vetoed the idea, though. I do have some standards.
Today we did Field Day at school. The weather was decent if really, really humid, and the students seemed to enjoy it. I’m pretty exhausted by the whole thing, though, and am thus off to bed.
This is the only explanation I’ve been able to come up with for how some students can borrow a pen from me every day and yet never have anything to write with.
We found a baby bird on one of our patio chairs yesterday afternoon. It was clearly very young: its eyes still hadn’t even opened. The poor thing had clearly fallen out of a nest in one of the gutters above. I was surprised it survived the fall, and my wife insisted we try to save it. We put it in a box with a heating pad and fed it wet cat food. It managed to survive the night, but died when we were taking it with us to school this morning. Poor Squeaky died young, but I think we finally formed a truce with the birds in the neighborhood.
Just a quick sketch for tonight. Very busy, very tired. More tomorrow, I’m sure.
Sketches From Memory 