The wife and I ate at home yesterday. My sister’s childishness ruined us getting together with my mom a few years ago, and my wife’s family has all turned into flaming liberals that are rude and thoughtless, even when politics isn’t involved. We DID spend about an hour, later in the day, with her son and daughter-in-law. It was nice to see them, but they’re Trump haters, so when politics comes up, things get aggravating. I do believe that Trump could find the cure for cancer, bring peace in our time and give his billions to charity and they’d still find fault with his actions. We like to think that folks get wiser as they age, but here they are, Grandparents, with no more political sense than their teenager.
On an unrelated note, I recently convinced my stepson to download a religious app for our youngest granddaughter’s iPad, or whatever it is. Unfortunately, she can’t USE the device until school is out, due to problems at school. That sounds a bit like overkill to me for a 10-year-old, but maybe not, since I don’t know the situation. She was at her mom’s yesterday, so we didn’t get to see her. I regret her not being able to use that particular app, since she has absolutely no other link to the Lord. My stepson seemed almost deliberately to let his now 21-year-old daughter skip along the merry road to hell, while he professed to be a Christian. I hope he doesn’t do the same with this one. On the way home, my wife remarked that her holidays are now so lonely, that she just seems to die a little more at each holiday. I understand what she means.
Today we mailed our taxes, filled out a form at the DHHR and got the studded tires removed from my pickup. When we got home, I took a nap, watched the 700 Club and then went outside and pulled the last treetop from the backyard (in various sized pieces) to my front lawn “log-yard.” The lawn tractor did the work, yet I was still tired afterward. Maybe I can run the chainsaw a while tomorrow and get the pieces all cut to length. Before dark, I took the missus and the pooch on a little drive to help break the boredom. We picked up a roast beef sandwich for our spoiled pooch and a small coke for the two of us.