My dad and I went hometeaching today. After I had said the closing prayer, (which usually includes the only multi-word sentences I speak during hometeaching) Bro. Robinson said that I need to enunciate better. I responded with a few grunting noises and an overly-slurred excuse. He was not amused. But I guess I wouldn't be either if I had both knees replaced. I wonder if he's getting cynical at all yet. Nah.
I believe that I was once called a "silent appendage" in dealing with my hometeaching skills. It's not my fault really. My dad always goes on about some theory he has about how the battle of Armageddon is going to start, or how the world economy is going to fail pretty soon or whatever. I, of course, have to sit and listen to his rantings at every house to which we go. But I have mastered his theories pretty well so I can step in from time to time and remind him of things he didn't explain or left out.
"...and if you thought that was bad, wait 'til you hear this..." says my dad.
I interrupt, "Wait, Dad, you forgot about the part where society falls apart and half the population of America is incinerated while the other half has to endure starvation and terrible diseases and hopes for an early death."
"Oh yes, this will be much worse than the bubonic plague, literally." he goes on.
The family does seem to be very engrossed by my father's "lesson." But I think they were just being polite. I mean, not blinking while having their eyes that wide for so long couldn't have been comfortable. They were laying it on a little thick clenching the armrests of their chairs like that. And the violent shaking. Please.
"You're not fooling anyone," I say to the boy of a family we're teaching as I administer eyedrops to him for the third time this hometeaching session.
This probably isn't the best time to say it, but I don't understand what the whole hype about being politically knowledgeable is all about. Call me old fashioned, but I affectionately believe in the old traditions of hard work, sacrifice, loving one's country, and the weakness of the individual. I just don't understand all these people who watch and read the news, and then just sit around complaining about it. How come you have to know about everything going on with politics, anyway? There are so many better things you could learn about. Paint a painting, sing a song, or dance a dance. Seriously guys, the politics thing, it's over. The fad is winding down. It seemed like a good idea, but it just didn't pan out.
Yesterday I found myself at the dollar theater, sitting in a car-racing arcade game seat with Erp in the seat next to me. We missed the movie by ten minutes and decided to wait for the next movie. It didn't start for two hours. I was actually having some fun pretending to play the game I was at, and striking up conversations with tiny bilingual girls. It was awesome.
I only mention it because these are the times when I despise politics the most. Erp, you're a great guy.
Anyway, I just felt I needed to post something, even if it's this unfocused, uncouched, and unsofa-ed crap. Don't worry, I have some thought-provoking stuff coming up soon, I promise.
Ah, who am I kidding anyway? I have no new ideas for posts.
Are you happy now?