When men cut wood (guru Tuck and acolyte Chris, above), women should just stand out of the way. Timber! At first we were thrilled with Tuck's and Chris's expertise and efficiency felling and logging the two dead Jack Pines down the slope between Goomp's pool and the river, and we took lots of pictures. Later on, when it when was time for supper, we found their male bonding had distanced them from us bigtime, and all our tender ministrations to provide them a home-cooked meal were scorned. They were another species with their own imperatives. We happened to be drunk at the time -- something we've sworn ourselves not to be again, dagnabit, but both Tuck and ourselves had declared late afternoon it was a holiday, so cheers! Chastised, we headed for the woods and worked out our sorrows on a long wallk in our old haunts. Good for the souls, both theirs and ours.
Barak Obama is scary. We love it, big time, that a fellow American who -- like ourselves -- has a little black blood running through his veins, has the nation's ear. We nevertheless -- do you love that wicked old-fashioned word as much as we do? -- continue to be in toe-curling mode every time he or his totally awesome wife pretends they don''t have a clue as to why massah's paying attention.
Goomp was thrilled with the view across the river opened up by the felling of the two dead Jack Pines.
Obviously, neither Barak nor Michelle knows anything 'bout birthin' babies. As we blogged way back when, you don't sbose it has anything to do with Oprah's pickin' the wonder boy for her Leader of the Free World a few months back? We're down Goomp's this early morning of Independence Day, eyes wide open and stuck with C-Span 'cause we can't figure out how to use the new clicker [It turned out later on it had nothing to do with no new clicker. The old clicker was the one, stuck way down under the pillows of the couch].
Sunrise at Goompabello. It never disappoints.
One could be stuck on much worse stations than C-Span, and being as we were there, we got to listen to Oprah's boy wonder. Pretty awful for someone who's been around the block a few times, but presumably music to the ears of the great unwashed:
I am a vehicle for your hopes . . . That's how things happen when the American people say "Enough!" . . . We are going to transform the United States of America. I love you guys.
Yeck. But not a whole lot worse than anything else that's out there. Horrifying to realize the utter lack of respect our leading politicians have for us everyday folk. Fortunately, the bloggers among us are not going to take it any more.
Update: Girls just wanna have fun revisited in our imail this morning:
We: Do you agree with my assessment of Mars vs Venus?
She: I do believe in Mars vs Venus but always try not to get in the way.
We: As I said, I realized it was time to step back and go for a walk in the woods. Of course I got upset. I keep forgetting.
She:: All of us forget tales as old as time. :-)
Old as time? We're soakin' in it.
"dagnabit"
those sneaky beverages...
What a wonderful post.
Women are the most special, no matter how the mighty Lumberjacks feel, at the time.
Wishing you and yours the finest FOURTH of Independence.
Freedom is so joyous.
PS: Yes, Mr. Obama is troubling, but then when placed in the context of the Clintons, he becomes less problematic.
Posted by: hnav | July 04, 2007 at 12:54 PM
"...our tender ministrations to provide them a home-cooked meal were scorned."
I make it a point to never provide ministrations. I provide food and let anyone over the age of reason decide whether or not they are hungry enough to grab some. *grin*
This reminds me of a conversation I had with my mother 20 some odd years ago...
Mom: Make your husband a sandwich!
Me: What? Why? He's watching TV.
Mom: It's lunch time, give him something to eat.
Me: He's perfectly well able to get up and make exactly the sandwich he wants when he's hungry. He's not, so leave it be.
Mom: It's lunchtime you need to feed him!
Me: No, I don't - leave it alone.
Hehehehehe. I'm afraid I shall never be a person who ministers.
Posted by: Teresa | July 04, 2007 at 05:01 PM