It’s just me and Tigger tonight, with my seven-year-old and my husband off on a school overnight trip. We had ourselves a little girl time in which she spent a Barnes and Noble gift card and we hit our favorite sushi joint.
It took awhile to get there, because the transmission on my van has gone wonky and I couldn’t take the freeway. So I put in my new old Arlo Guthrie disk and made Tigger listen to Alice’s Restaurant.
Boy did that song take a lot of explaining to a post-millennial pre-teen. She’d never heard of the draft. Her shock at learning that the government could force a person to join the army was exceeded only by her annoyance at the sexist gender differential in wartime machinations.
“I don’t think anyone should be drafted, but if they’re going to do that it should be men and women.”
Can you hear Phyllis Schlafly grinding her teeth?
I tried to explain the “joke” of the song, in which Arlo is deemed too immoral to join the army and kill women and children and burn villages because he’s been arrested for littering.
“And MEN,” Tigger insisted. “It’s just as immoral to kill men as it is to kill women and children. It’s sexist when people say ‘women and children,’ like the men don’t matter.”
I love that kid.
Tig’s got a big Final Exam tomorrow, so I made her bring her vocabulary list to dinner so I could quiz her. She’s been learning Greek and Latin roots and associated words all year. That’s a great strategy but I have to say her list included some words that one doesn’t find much in daily life. Like “dorsicumbent.” And “salinometer.” And my personal favorite, “felicify.”
Well she knows ‘em all. After stuffing ourselves with spicy tuna and spider rolls (for me) and unagi and tomago (for her), we headed home.
Now Tigger’s in bed and it’s just me, the rabbit, and this delicious Spanish wine (Sinols Garnatxa de L’Emporda). I’ve got the Blues channel playing (current song: James Booker, Junco Partner), and, oh, the cable bill came the other day. It seems we are now subscribed to the “Sports Entertainment Package.” Did anyone in this house order the Sports Entertainment Package? No, they did not. We do not watch sports. We do not like sports. We do not wish to pay for sports channels, thank you. Comcast in its infinite wisdom just added it to our service. Did Comcast answer the phone when we tried to complain about this sneaky bastard maneuver? Noooo.
You can see that I’ve had a bit too much wine and should probably stop lest I get busted for WUI (Writing Under the Influence).
By the way, in case you were wondering, the bunny seems to have recovered from his malady. Good thing, because after 20 days of twice daily medications, the bunny was growling at Technogeek, who had the thankless task of restraining him so I could squirt the meds in his mouth. You didn’t know a bunny could growl, did you? Mine can.
Do they make bifocal contact lenses? I’ve been nearsighted all my life (hence, lenses) but just recently I’ve become one of those old fogies who can’t read anything without holding it at arm’s length from my face. What do they do about that? Do I need contacts AND reading glasses? Is that fair?
A few more swigs and I won’t be able to see anything at all. Good night to you all.