Everyone is getting political, but don’t worry, I’m not that deep. It is irritating that the government keeps threatening to not pay us, even though Josh is required by law to report to work whether he gets paid or not, but I think they changed that over the weekend. I vaguely remember reading something about someone passing a law keeping our pay from being used as a pawn in between articles about the identical triplet girls born in the UK and news of a Mylie Cyrus documentary. We also have a Dave Ramsey emergency fund, so there are no worries about having enough money in the bank to cover food and bills — at least for the next 3 to 6 months.
I think the only answer to all of this is “None of the Above” (shoutout to a classic, Brewster’s Millions, for that piece of wisdom). One of the best things about living overseas is that we are insulated from all the back and forth politics. It’s actually tempting to do another overseas tour because it means we’d miss another presidential election season. That rates right up there with household help and inexpensive pedicures!
Being overseas also makes me appreciate the rights and freedoms that I have as an American, but sometimes it’s easiest to love your family from afar, know what I mean? (Not MY family of course — just speaking generally).
Meanwhile, back on the island, the kids are doing OK in school — none of them are scholarly geniuses, but they all make up for it on the basketball court which is more important anyway, right? Only 4 more games and fall basketball season is over (sniff, sniff), but next up is dodgeball so I’ll still have an activity to cheer for.
The kitten has seriously cut into my knitting time because he springs and attacks my yarn anytime I have it out. He and the dog are getting along great and they occupy each other which means they are both less needy of me. The dog even tolerates Zeki attacking and “killing” his front paws or leaping onto his back from the bed or couch. He’s very longsuffering.
Meanwhile the cat is getting similar treatment from Camille. We found her the other day, cat in arms, spinning and singing to “Fireworks.” It was hilarious and horrifying at the same time.
