Saturday, August 25, 2018

What luxury !

Sophie stays at home to supervise 'The Font' preparing lunchtime langoustine. Bob flies into the back of the car. He has the whole space to himself. What luxury !

We're off on a mano a mano trip to the bakers.

The family fellow is given a carrot stick. He thinks this gives him a Churchillian air.  I suggest that the yogurt under his chin detracts from the image he'd like to project.

On our way back we stop just long enough for a quick dash down to the waterfall through the sunflower fields ..... and quickly back. Men in dark suits in Beijing call to wonder if it's unusual for a Secretary of State to be instructed on their travel plans by Tweet.  Angus has to say that a new normal has supplanted the old.

Can't seem to get behind the paywall on this although it's probably the best cover The New Yorker's done in years. The MAGA sticker and the shotgun on the Ford contrast brilliantly with the family putting on life jackets ( the little fellow getting a prudent double knot ) to go canoeing. I've never framed a New Yorker cover before but this one says so much about the world :


  1. I'm still processing the various flippers and flippees of the week past. As they say, buckle up, buttercup, because there's more to come.
    Tell the men in dark suits that they are not alone in their puzzlement over the conduct these days of official business.
    I am reading Churchill's many volumes of wartime history-memoir, and will keep in mind the image of Bob-with-carrot.

  2. Bertie is impressed by Bob's Churchillian look, and thinks it in no way diminished by the yoghurt. Surely the Great Man sometimes dribbled his food too?

  3. Hari OM
    That is, indeed, a meaningful image, as are others of Johnson's work... picture-1k words, and all that.

    All Bob lacks is the 'double digits', but I am otherwise convinced by is impersonation! YAM xx

  4. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of the world realizes how often Trump does Tweet each day. On occasion.
    one of the news channels will display a few hours worth, and they often take up the entire screen.
    Thanks for the New Yorker link. Fords with shotguns and MAGA stickers a frequent sight here in Texas.

  5. What a great boys day out. Bob looks very happy being king of the car.

  6. We were just discussing the lack of truck shotgun racks recently. I was looking for a safe way to transport a bow to my archery class. I remarked when I was young, every self respecting farmer had a rack with at least one shotgun. When you were out in the back forty, quite often there were things that needed shooting. Snakes, foxes, rabbits, groundhogs, crows. Some detrimental to crops, some to humans. Then there were the occasional farm animal that needed to be put out of its suffering. In hunting season, there were doves, squirrel, deer and various fowl that would happily supplement the farm table. There was no air conditioning and no one rolled up the windows on the truck, much less locked it. The truck I used to commute to college just had a starter button you pushed. No key. Yet, no one touched the shotgun in the truck, except the owner. You didn't worry about anyone stealing anything in your vehicles. People used to leave the keys in the ignition with the windows rolled down. Now, if you see a gun rack in a truck, it's like finding a unicorn. If it has anything on it at all, it's a golf umbrella. I suppose it's your life style references that suggest a shotgun rack is alarming. City and town dwellers see no point in it. Those that still live in the wide open country side or wilderness areas will find it essential. Modern gun laws have pushed the handy shotgun into the locked nether regions of a vehicle gun safe. I live in Florida and bears, alligators, crocodiles, giant pythons, poisonous snakes and rabid racoons and otters are a daily occurrence. Just this week a woman walking her small dog in a suburban area was dragged off by an alligator. If a shotgun had been handy, she might still be walking this earth. As to the father in the New Yorker cover, if a rabid otter climbed into his canoe, he could possibly beat it off with a paddle, if he didn't end up tipping over the canoe landing them all in fight where the otter would win. We had two rabid otter attacks this past spring on the Braden River. Just this summer, a large water moccasin tried to board a pontoon boat, but was fought off with a boat hook on the swim platform. City/urban dwellers are quick to cry for the ban of all guns because they don't see a valid reason for owning one. Those of us that live in the back of beyond still need protection from natures predators. Which circles me back to my archery lessons. I see the writing on the wall where my grandfathers double barrel will be outlawed, yet I still live have things in my backyard that threaten me and my dog and will need to be dispatched. Just this summer, there have been two large water moccasins in the grass. Grandad's old double barrel took care of the situation, even though my shoulder was black and blue for a week. Alarming or comforting depends on your life experiences.
    Pam, keeper of Bonnie the wee Scottie

    1. I love and appreciate your real life account of defenses against predators! Good for you....we need more of you and less of snowflakes!