If it's been a month it's because of Caleb, who decided the internet is a terrible thing and just shut it off for me. Which. RUDE. Ben and I are caught up and still watching Border Security and I had just started Andor on Disney which is so good and Ben suggested Caleb stop fucking with me for once in his life and as promised, I'm back now. Disney's back, Drudge Report unfortunately is back and what in the hell is happening in the US, other than so many kids around Henry's age being snatched right off the streets and most of them are in the United States quite legally and how terrifying?
So escapism it is! It's the order of the day. I haven't watched a live news report in months. I deleted everything that wasn't entertainment but of course you see things, you hear things, you know things and it's better not to. Henry and Ruth have been happily forbidden to leave Canada for the time being, and we all are, though my favourite Teflon Jesus is headed out of the country shortly here and no one could talk him out of it. I'm sure the next time I see him will be on some documentary about a far flung supermax and I will nod at the screen and whisper told you so.
I think the boys, lead by Big Brother Duncan are about to tie him up and leave him in the shed until his flight expires and maybe that will work.
Am I playing? No. I'll shoot out your car tires. With what? I have a shitty crossbow. It was Henry's when he was twelve. I've sharpened the plastic arrows and I can hit a tree at almost seventy feet. I feel like Katniss or Legolas or hell, Artemis on a good day.
But he's not going and I don't care what he'll miss.
In other news, we voted, I got to choose crappy local Chinese Food (my favourite) for dinner last night and Easter is a wash. We got some rain, some tomato plants and two hundred and twenty pounds of manure that I added to the gardens today. Lochlan wanted to do it but then he realized if I did it by myself I might sleep someday, ever and so I spent the better part of three hours gardening my little heart out and now it's good and the tomatoes are in pots and will remain where they are for just a few more weeks but I'm way ahead of schedule because why not?
Eight days left and I'm holding my breath until we have a new Prime Minister and hopefully things will iron out everywhere else because it's just getting worse and worse everywhere.
Makes it hard to be positive but I'm looking forward to tomatoes, and looking forward to lilacs and looking forward to better news, eventually.