The Brother and I lost our father, and our mom lost her husband. Fuck cancer.
In the intervening years, I realize how much I’ve grown to be like my dad. In my mannerisms, my speech, my way of viewing the world – at least on a personal level. To say my dad and I would have disagreed on politics…
When I wrote about this five years ago, I was still feeling the dichotomy of the event feeling like it happened last week and a long time ago. I’ve lost that feeling of immediacy. Some of that I’m just chalking up to my life going on – and all the changes that have happened in those five years. I still wish The Wife would have had the chance to meet my dad. They would have gotten on well. Plus, I think Dad would have known that I would turn out okay. Which I’m not sure he knew at the time.
At the time of his death, I was still living at home in my mid-twenties and marrying a woman I should have really known was not good for me. In the last two decades, I realized how much I grew up when Dad passed. I can remember the feeling of my “safety net” being taken away – and that I now had to step up. It wasn’t an immediate change. I still fumbled for years. But I can’t deny that Dad’s passing was a major turning point in my life – and how I approached life.
I miss you Dad. But thank you for helping me become the man that I am. And wanted to be.
Dying societies accumulate laws like dying men accumulate remedies
Overall, the long weekend was uneventful at Ward Manor.
On Saturday, while The Wife, MIL, and SIL went out to explore Hobby Lobby and other commercial enterprises, I decided to lounge around and watch anime. This is kind of a golden age for anime fans. There are multiple streaming services dedicated to anime, and even most of the big ones have sections devoted to anime. It’s so much better than when I first got into it in the early to mid nineties where you might hear about a series at the comic shop and then go track it down at the video rental place or special order it.
Sunday we had planned to be productive. That failed. Although The Wife and MIL were semi-productive. The Wife has taken up crocheting and is in the process of making little stuffed animals. It’s been fun watching her take up a new crafting skill.
Monday was an early day for The Wife and me. The Ward Wagon managed to pick up a slow leak in one of the tires. We tried to get an appointment with the nearest branch of the dealership from where we purchased the Ward Wagon. Yeah, they didn’t return our call. The dealership we bought the Ward Wagon? They gave us an early morning slot. Great. It just means The Wife can’t sleep in on a holiday because the dealership is about sixty miles north of us. Turns out it was a nail, and road hazard took care of the replacement costs. Then we went down and had lunch with my mom and The Brother. Mom is trekking back to the Great White North this week, and this was our last time to visit with her. We had lunch at a nearby Peruvian place. If you’re in northern Hillsborough county, and you’re interested in Peruvian cuisine, I heartily recommend Costanera.
This was also the week that The Wife discovered why Freya sometimes comes in with a wet head. We thought she was just playing in the raised flower bed out on the back porch. That one has some tall plants. Nope. As The Wife put it, “Apparently we’re not done with the ‘playing in the toilet’ phase.” Yeah. Oh well, it means we’re going to have to be better at keeping the lids closed. Fun with kittens.
There was a reason that when I bought my Bren, I didn’t go for the pistol version. There were already stirrings in the air that the Biden Administration was going to sic the ATF on pistol braces. It didn’t help that the ATF has been back and forth on them for years.
From The Reload:
The agency announced plans to publish the final version of their rule reclassifying pistol braces, a popular firearm accessory, on Friday. The rule, which President Joe Biden requested as part of his efforts to unilaterally reform gun laws, would effectively ban the use of braces unless registered with the ATF. Anyone who does not comply with the rule could be subject to upwards of ten years in federal prison despite the agency previously ruling the braces were legal multiple times over the past decade.
“Any weapons with “stabilizing braces” or similar attachments that constitute rifles under the NFA must be registered no later than 120 days after date of publication in the Federal Register,” the agency said,” or the short barrel removed and a 16-inch or longer rifle barrel attached to the firearm; or permanently remove and dispose of, or alter, the “stabilizing brace” such that it cannot be reattached; or the firearm is turned in to your local ATF office. Or the firearm is destroyed.”
Supposedly, the ATF is going to waive the $200 tax to register guns under this plan, but no word on how long it will take to get through the process.
This is what happens when Congress doesn’t do its fucking job and lets the agencies make the rules.
I know this week is SHOT show, so I’ll wait until next week to talk about what I find interesting.
That’s not to say there isn’t gun news.
From Reuters, there’s an article on a federal court blocking parts on New Jersey’s new gun laws. The NYSRPA case is the case that keeps on giving.
Speaking of foolish laws, Reason has an article about Illinois passing an “assault weapon” ban. On the other side, from The Hill, Florida passes a ban on tracking gun and ammo sales. Because that’s something Florida can control.
Tell me if you’ve heard this before. From WaPo comes a story that school officials knew a six-year-old had a gun before said child shot a teacher.
Another Reason article on police shootings in the last year. Still holding around 1,000 a year. I’m not going to say that’s too high. I just have issues with how many of them are handled. Particularly compared to what concealed carriers would be forced to endure. Further, when there’s a legitimately bad shoot, qualified immunity protects the guilty.
On to more conventional controversies.
Charles C.W. Cooke takes on the recent tempest in a teacup surrounding gas stoves.
CBS News explains the recent spike in egg prices. Surprise, it’s not greedy companies or people hoarding. It’s normal market forces – namely increase in demand and decrease in supply due to bird flu.
Over in Mouse Land (Disney), according to the NY Post, the returning CEO Iger is rolling back prices at the theme parks. The Wife and I were just talking about how much it costs to visit the Mouse House in Orlando.
From Business Insider, Home Depot is trying to curb shoplifting by putting out power tools that won’t work without purchase. Understandable, but I can see this not going well.
Finally, from The Verge, apparently ExxonMobile had studies showing the impact of fossil fuels on climate change. For as long as I’ve been alive. I’m getting flashbacks to the cigarette companies. the Pentagon Papers, and the Afghanistan Papers.
My belief in free speech is so profound that I am seldom tempted to deny it to the other fellow. Nor do I make any effort to differentiate between the other fellow right and the other fellow wrong, for I am convinced that free speech is worth nothing unless it includes a full franchise to be foolish and even … malicious.
So, here’s a live performance of Baby Metal that made me giggle.
Last weekend was the memorial service for my paternal grandmother. It was a short service at the family plot. It was there that I realize that my grandma was a couple months of surviving her husband by 20 years. My uncle read the obit and followed by a short eulogy. It was a good service, and I was happy I went.
It was also good to see some family that I hadn’t laid eyes for years. Some of the Oklahoma folks made their way down, including one I hadn’t met yet. She just married into the clan last year. It may have been a good thing she only got a short blast of dealing with The Brother and me. The Wife integrates seamlessly with them. Sometimes it’s like she’s more part of that segment of the family than me. It’s a joke, but not much of one.
We had hoped to see them this week, as they had traveled over to spend some time at the Mouse House. Except the Ward Wagon developed a slow leak in the tire. I wasn’t going to trust that thing on the warzone that we call I-4.
Hopefully, we’ll get to see them next year. The eclipse is going go through part of Oklahoma – and I’d really like to experience that again.