Good Thursday morn, persevering Stroock's Books reader(s).
Yesterday Oldest Daughter finished her last final exam. We picked her up and brought her home. First year of college....complete. Wow. Less than a year ago we were planning her high school graduation party (the party was great). What can a father say?
We've yet another doctor appointment today. What drugs is this one going to want to prescribe? In the last month we said no to two doctors. Wish us luck.
And we'll have yet another doctor's appointment late next week.
[Just what is going on?-Ed] We'll report as events warrant. We're a bit down about all the medical visits and issues. And other things too. And that's the Thursday Downer.
Meanwhile, Middle Daughter is learning about the Civil War and made the mistake of asking us a question, at the end of which she complained, 'I ask you one question, and you won't stop talking for an hour. Ugh!'
We saw Middle Daughter's Civil War work sheet and noted her teacher wrote that she refused to refer to 'the Confederacy' as the southern states were in rebellion, and everyone knows the Civil War was about slavery and went on with a diatribe against the 'Lost Cause'.
The first part is silly. The Confederacy was, in fact, a thing. It had an executive, a legislative branch, and all the trappings of a government. However, she's right about the Civil War being about slavery and the 'Lost Cause' view on the war, while understandable, is also bunk.
In fact, Middle Daughter asked us, 'Dad, what do you think about the lost cause?' We answered, 'Well, it's complicated' to which Middle daughter replied, 'Ugh!' The southerners weren't the first people to concoct a romantic myth about their defeat.
Our own grandmother (born in Naches, Mississippi, raised in Waterproof, Louisianna), who married the first Yankee that came along and managed to keep her southern accent after living in New York City for 50 years (or enemy territory as she called it) used to tell us that, 'Lee was a gentlemen and Grant was a drunk' and proclaimed, 'The South shall rise again!'
We noted this daddy/daughter discourse on FB. Middle Daughter looked and asked, 'Dad, why is everyone arguing about the Civil War in your post comments?' We replied, 'Because that's what people do, dear.'
And rounding out the Stroock's Daughters activity sheet, yesterday evening we attended Youngest Daughter's coral concert. The singing was just lovely, a mix of songs from America across America, India to Korea (Onyong! IYKYK). Delightful. This being Chindia, let's just say we could pick out Youngest Daughter in the rafters pretty easily.
DOGE report.
We spent yesterday rewriting the Nueva Segovia intro chapter. That's it. That's all we did. Once again, we plan, god laughs. For as it is written: we plan, god laughs.