A Few Thoughts

I decided to write a blog today because I can’t do much else.  I’m immobilized by my foot injuries because my life coach Tony Robbins told me to walk over some burning coals.  I’m looking for a new life coach.  Apply via the comments section.

I just saw this article on Politico: "James Dobson: Trump recently accepted 'a relationship with Christ'".  I’m wrestling with my skepticism right now.  I’d like Dobson to accept a relationship with reality.

I saw Trump doing his ugly American routine in Scotland on the news.  I did not get a Christian vibe off of him.  I like the guy that threw the red golf balls with swastikas. Trump did his speech for a while until his toadies realized what was up and started picking them up.  The perpetrator apologized as they led him away, dripping with sarcasm.

We went to the big city last night for dinner at Mescolanza, an inner Richmond trattoria.  We spent about 20 minutes driving up and down the streets between Clement and Balboa looking for parking.  Then Unc saw a spot right across the street from the restaurant.  I pulled an 18 point turn in the middle of 2^nd Ave. and nabbed it.  The food and company were excellent and we got out the door for $100 per couple.

Last Saturday night consisted of Italian food as well, my new Bolognese in this case.  I had a recipe that I really liked, but it appears I have lost it.  I’m referring to the recipe.  We had Wig’s son and his girlfriend over for dinner.  We had not met her previously.  She is a lovely young woman.  I know at this point you are expecting me to make a crack like “what the hell is she doing with Wig the Younger”, but that would just show that you don’t know the real DJ.  Wig’s Sonny Boy 2 is a handsome, self-assured young man that will soon be off to UW to work on his MBA.  His brother will be my doctor in a few years and he’ll be my financial adviser.

My wife is participating in a walking challenge this weekend.  She has something like 16,000 steps so far.  The whole thing is calculated by the participants' FitBits.  I view the FitBit as this decade’s Pet Rock.

Everybody is all atwitter about Brexit.  I’ve just recently gotten over my fear of a Grexit, so I’m really not ready for this.  And now the pundits are piling on about a possible Frexit or Spexit.  I suppose this all just means I’ll be working until I’m 70.  That’s OK, because I’m better off when I’m occupied.  Otherwise I might blog daily, and no one wants that. 70 isn’t that old.  James Dobson’s dementia didn’t kick in until very recently, and he’s 80.

My Pedestrian Life

My bud The Wig had a front row seat at Trump’s rally in Richmond yesterday.  Word on the street is he was throwing a few punches, but The Wig is not a bigot.  He was slugging anybody near him, whether a protester or a Trump supporter.

Speaking of the orange one, I’ve shared with you some creative names for him from Jason Linkins previously.  Linkins has kept at it and you’ll find some of his recent inventiveness below.  I also liked Charlie Sykes’ reference to the “Orange Duce”.

eldritch clementine

white-supremacist land-lamprey

smirking meat gargoyle

seething ham planet

sclerotic pannus

My wife had her annual end of year school party last night at my abode.  I sequestered myself in my bedroom for most of the evening, watching what I expect will be the penultimate game of the NBA finals.  I did venture out a few times to be charming while I grabbed some chow or a drink. 

After trashing my house, the wife did what would be expected.  She went out golfing this morning and called in the cleaning lady to handle the damage.  Last weekend she left me alone to head to the East coast to watch our niece graduate high school.  The youngster will be joining her sister at Tulane.  The wife also spent time with and money on SB1.  My credit card bill is telling me he’s got some new duds.  You gotta look good when you are a broke film student.  The girl and I hung out last Friday night, chowing down on some good Chicken Karage and sushi rolls from Tokie’s.  I did a bunch of shopping and cooking to ensure that everybody would be well fed this week. Saturday night #1 took pity on me and invited me over for a “simple” dinner.  I admit that #1 is as good a cook as me or better.  His simple dinner was some excellent grilled chicken and vegies.  His wife even contributed by looking up AND printing out a recipe for a tasty sauce.

I think tonight will be a mellow one.  I expect to have some tasty leftovers from last night’s party and maybe catch a pay per view movie.  The chow came from La Corneta, which has locations in SF, Burlingame and San Carlos.  I believe last year’s grub came from Pancho Villa’s.  You can’t go wrong with either.

Next Saturday, I got The Wig’s SB2 and his girlfriend coming over for dinner.  I just sent him a note asking if he wants Osso Buco or Pappardelle Bolognese.  Regardless, we’re having chicken nuggets.  The next day is Father’s Day, so after dinner is cooked, I’ll be off the hook for 36 hours.