The big news this week is that I got a dog, Murphy, an eight-year old female bull terrier. I promise that I am not turning the blog into a gushfest for this lovable, chunky fur ball, but given how much I’ve written about her this week, it made sense to dedicate this Lazy Sunday to posts about Murphy. I mean, she is super lazy (she’s asleep at my feet at this very moment), and so I am; why scroll through a bunch of posts from all over the years, when I can just rehash the three related to my awesome dog?
I’m moving my girlfriend to her new apartment this weekend, and despite a flurry of writing throughout the week, I was unable to get SubscribeStar Saturday done before the insanity of the move hit. It’s been an unusually difficult move logistically, but the worst of it is over, and today should be a breeze.
The planned SubscribeStar Saturday post is going to be a real doozy, so keep your eyes peeled. It might be Tuesday before I can get it done, but it will be worth the wait.
A big thanks to Dr. Rachel Fulton Brown for sharing my review of Centrism Games. The good doctor herself sent along her kudos via Telegram, and told me that my analysis of the poem is accurate.
Whenever the weight of the world—work, politics, etc.—gets to be too much, I’m tempted to retreat to a remote woodland cabin and live off the fat of the land, drinking chicory on cold mornings in a flannel shirt while stroking my rugged beard contemplatively.
That fantasy scenario ignores the fact that I know nothing about living “off the fat of the land,” and would likely die in two weeks without running water and a nearby grocery store. But there is something appealing about unplugging from society and becoming self-sufficient.
Indeed, it’s little wonder that the modern homesteading movement has grown so large. People are tired of unresponsive governments, woke corporations, tyrannical HR departments, and public scolds. Why not buy a few acres in a red State and raise some chickens?
This throwback post, “Island Living,” details a couple in British Columbia who built their own island out of discarded lumber and such. Talk about living the dream!
Taking long, contemplative walks is one of life’s simple pleasures. Doing so with a dog, I have discovered, is even more fun, even if it means carrying around a hot, steaming bag of poop part of the time.
For the past week, I’ve been dog sitting my girlfriend’s lovable German Shepherd, Lily. Lily is nearly three-years old, and very well-trained (my girlfriend will tell you otherwise, but she did a good job with Lily). For that reason, we have been walking a lot this past week. Being somewhat inexperienced with dogs, anytime she starts nosing at the door and whimpering, we go for a walk, so we’re probably doing it way more than necessary.
Regardless, taking all these walks has afforded the pup and I several opportunities to see the town. Walking a location, rather than zipping by in a car, gives the walker an intimate understanding of a place. Lily has certainly left her mark—scatologically and otherwise—all over.
My view on Lincoln’s role in American history has shifted somewhat in five years, but it’s undeniable that the Gettysburg Address is a powerful, succinct speech. The Address, unlike my windy blog posts, is the quintessential illustration of the principle that “less is more.”
Like last year, this year’s post is a bit delayed due to the way the Fourth fell this year (on a Sunday). It was a very quiet Independence Day: my younger brother had my girlfriend, myself, and another friend over to have hot dogs and burgers, as his wife and kids were away visiting family. I manned the grill, turning the dogs like a human-operated convenience store hot dog roller. The thin, diner-style smash burgers my brother made were delicious, especially with American cheese.
This year was the first in awhile that didn’t really feel like the Fourth of July, even though last year’s celebration was during the supremely unfree Age of The Virus. I suppose the holiday snuck up on me, and with the nation in the state it is, perhaps I just wasn’t feeling all that patriotic.
Nevertheless, I reminded myself that America has been on the ropes before, and we’re not going to let some bug-eating, gender-confused CommieNazis destroy our hope.
With that, here are several posts commemorating July Fourths past:
After a long school year and a whirlwind trip to Universal Studios, I am finally settling into my summertime schedule. My History of Conservative Thought course did not “make” this summer, as I only had one student enroll (the course really needs a minimum of three students to work well), but my dance card is full enough with lessons and other obligations and engagements.
Next week I’ll be running my first ever “Rock and Roll Camp” at my little school. It will essentially be a condensed version of the Music Ensemble class I run throughout the school year, squeezed into four three-hour days. The plan is to end the final day with a short concert. I’m waiting to hear back on who is enrolled and what kind of instrumentation we have, as that will determine the song selections, but I think it will should be a fun camp.
After that it’s the return of Minecraft Camp, a perennial favorite. At last count I have either ten or eleven campers signed up for that camp, which is quite good. Minecraft Camp is the most lucrative camp of the summer, and accounts for a good chunk of my supplemental income this time of year. I missed out on it last year, as I was very sick, so here’s hoping I’m good to go this summer.
I’m back in Orlando, Florida, for another trip to Universal Studios. Tomorrow’s SubscribeStar Saturday will likely be late again, but Lazy Sunday should be good to go. I’ll post in a bit more detail about our adventures down here later on.
Next week I’ll be making up last week’s SubscribeStar Saturday and tomorrow’s in great detail. Apologies to subscribers for the delays. Even though it’s now summer vacation, those final teacher workdays were doozies, with a flurry of end-of-the-year items to complete, not least of all accurate report card grades and comments.
It looks like this summer’s run of History of Conservative Thought will be cancelled, unfortunately, due to low enrollment (one student signed up—d’oh!). It actually works out, though, as I’m hitting a whopping ten students for private music lessons over the summer. If everyone continues into the next academic year, I’ll have twelve students in total during the school year—the highest ever.
Friday night I hosted my Spring Jam, the second front porch concert I’ve staged (the first was the Spooktacular, which will be back again this October). I’ll be writing a detailed review of Friday’s concert this weekend, and will catch up this week on some of the details of preparing for it (apologies, subscribers, for the delayed post).
Of course, with all those people on the front lawn—and my niece and nephews running around with other kids inside the house—there was a good bit of cleaning up to do afterwards. We knocked out the outdoor teardown fairly quickly, which meant throwing everything inside. As such, my house was a wreck.
With my senior students graduating Saturday morning—and Memorial Day Weekend fun looming large—I had to put off the long task of restoring order to my home until Monday.
Halloween is easy, because it comes packaged with all sorts of fun activities: Halloween songs, costume contests, spooky décor, etc. A generic springtime theme is a bit more vague, and with it already feeling like summer here in South Carolina, the theme presented some initial problems.