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Crysta and I went down to Milwaukee so we could spend father's day with my parents (along with some other family members). We went to the Brewer's game on Sunday, and like any game of baseball, it was a good time. I've never been a huge sports person, but I love watching a good live baseball game.
Honestly it was an amazing day.
Before I left town on Saturday though, I swung by the local No Kings protest here in Eau Claire, and then spent a chunk of time at the local Pride celebration. I tend to be a bit of a shut in these days, so with all the awful stuff in the news it was nice to remind myself that there are good people in the world willing to stand up for what's right and for each other.
My grandmother passed away not that long ago, and one thing I had my parent set aside for me was a chair. I realize that it looks a bit more gold in the photo, but trust me when I say it's green in real life. This morning I loaded it into my pickup and drove it across the state and got it into my living room. I loved this chair as a kid, and importantly... it swivels. And when I was growing up adults would always yell at me not to spin the chair. Well guess what, it's my chair now.
And no one can stop me from spinning.
I dunno -- it was just a lot of stuff in a short amount of time. We also went out to dinner after the baseball game yesterday, but I think I'll give my full opinion on that later this week in a different blog post. Because we went to a restaurant none of us had been to before, and uh... I have thoughts.
That was vague. I'm being vague. You're just going to have to be okay with that.
That last panel is the best thing ever possibly.
The force is strong in Ruth – that’s some weapons-grade purposeful social situation ignoring. I know she’s written that way, but that’s still limit break territory. I doubt I’d be able to resist jumping out of the car after Sarah – possibly before.
Ruth’s good at PRETENDING she’s not noticing things.
I know I’ve only hinted at a rougher upbringing with her before, but let’s just say appearing calm is way different than BEING calm.
(You’ll notice that she’s actually narrowly focusing herself on something)
Well sure – I can’t imagine anyone being genuinely oblivious, barring someone that’s a good ways down the autism spectrum or somesuch. But even to be able to PRETEND at that level… woman’s frickin’ Yoda. I enjoy the detached observer gig myself, but I don’t think I could pull it off convincingly.
SHE’S GONE FULL MOM!