You Are Getting Sleepy

My regular bedtime is around 9:30pm.
I've been missing the target for the last few days.
Up 'til 3:00am on Sunday night.
Up 'til 2:30am on Monday night.
Up 'til 10:30pm last night.
I'm a rebel.
With only one day left before Thanksgiving, tomorrow will be for baking pies.
Black Friday will be for napping.

Mr. Rosenberg of the future? Is that you?

Mr. Rosenberg's friend Jaimi lives in Ohio. She brought her son to a scout meeting at a church in the Columbus area and saw this painting hanging in the hallway.

We have seen Mr. Rosenberg's future and it is wearing a blue sweater.

Smacksy Sunday Links

How to have a "chill-giving." Yes, that's a thing.

Learning life skills.

The #1 item you need for houseguests.

I re-post this every Thanksgiving season - the recipe for my favorite stuffing.  You're welcome.

Ballet dancers make Mexico City their stage.

And sometimes you just need some nice owls.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob and Daisy

Jammies and Snacks. 2007.

The Grandpas

Pops and a wee Bob

Bob and his guys were sitting in front of the house this afternoon. I had the living room windows open and could here them trading stories about their grandpas.

Some grandpas played sports as young men. (He was playing catcher with no mask and got hit in the head with a wooden bat!) Two grandpas are Vietnam veterans. (They slept in ditches and in the morning had to pull leeches off each other!) One grandpa saw combat and another grandpa has a purple heart. (Heroes!) One grandpa drives a big truck. (It has super huge tires!) One grandpa hunts with a bow and arrow. (A gun is too easy!) One grandpa has passed on. (He played golf!) One grandpa was a teacher. (He was everyone's favorite teacher!) One grandpa went to Stanford. (Stanford? He must be really smart!)

And all of the grandpas had one thing in common. Each grandpa was deemed "awesome."

What lucky boys they are.

A Night at the Opera

Tonight a friend and I went to the opera. We saw Phillip Glass' "Akhnaten." The opera was a

beautiful spectacle it was also s l o w and somber. 

Do you ever find yourself in a very quiet, serious, public situation and wonder what would happen if you just started screaming? Like do the Tarzan yell in church? Or take your shoes off and throw them at the black board during a driver's test at the DMV?  

Tonight we were sitting in the top balcony. I was trying to concentrate on the music. (Did I mention it was s l o w?) And my mind wandered to the thought - what if I just stood up and grabbed my keys and chucked them over the heads of the audience? Would the keys make it to the stage or just nail some unfortunate person on the skull and give them a concussion? 

The fun of thinking about something like that it is when you start to lack trust in yourself and worry that you might just lose your mind and scream/throw something/sing. Of course I didn't do anything of the sort. I'm saving it for your wedding.

Introducing Den 16

Bob's had an interest in scouts for a few years now, but we'd been holding off until the Boy Scouts got it together and removed their ban on gay scout members and leaders. Now the scouts are inclusive, or as Bob puts it, "All my friends and their parents can finally join if they want."

Bob, Desmond, and Felix picked up their uniforms this week and the three of them make up the entirety of Den 16. The guys attended their first pack meeting tonight and received their neckerchiefs and guide books. Bob's excited.