Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Why we can’t win wars anymore

Mr. B. goes for an interview this morning with some city bureaucrat for a lifeguarding job at a public pool this summer. While I deal with the fence guy (who allegedly will be coming around 8 a.m. after failing again to show yesterday) Mrs. C. must go along with No. 1 son.

Can’t just drop him off, then come back for him. A parent “must be with him at all times,” sayeth the city. If the city can’t trust their own office personnel not to abuse a 15-year-old boy, how can they trust him to lifeguard by himself? Or is a parent expected to sit in the vicinity during his pool shift? Apparently not. Apparently they do trust the supervisor of lifeguards. Can’t imagine why.

What a chicken-shit society we live in. No wonder we can’t win wars anymore.

New storms adding insult to injury

Raining hard at the Rancho [Thursday night] and the radar at 2:30 a.m. suggests much more to come, if the Balcones Escarpment doesn’t break up the big yellow patch moving east as it sometimes does.

I’ve got the watch, as Mr. B. has school and Mrs. C. has work in the morning. The sandbags and towels are in place and I have a cup of sugar-free apple cider to keep me alert.

The situation already went pear-shaped out on Lake Travis not long ago, where the water has risen 25 feet in the past week as of tonight. This El Nino is a bitch.

UPDATE:  The escarpment broke up most of the storms and by mid-morning Friday the sun was out for the first time in a while. More rain expected on Saturday, however, as El Nino continues strong.

MORE:  By Sunday, the 31st, hardly any more rain had fallen and we were forecast to get a clear week ahead of us for the first time in 27 days.

Texas flood

We got our near-repeat of the 1981 Memorial Day flood. Haven’t seen any pictures of 1981’s many swept-away cars and pickups here (except the few in the pix at the top of this link), but North Lamar Boulevard looked like a river in one television shot. The usual culprit, Shoal Creek, was out of its banks at its southern end. It flooded the high school football field at House Park which became a pond for fire department Zodiacs.

The little resort town of Wimberley, southwest of Austin, got the worst of the flooding by far: 72 homes swept away by rising Cypress Creek and the Blanco River. Twelve Thirteen Nine Eight people, including small children, are still missing.

Rancho Roly Poly got off lucky, very lucky. The rancho, essentially, is at the bottom of a steep hill of houses and streets above us. So the rains of the past two weeks saturating the ground meant yesterday’s repeat of Saturday’s downpour, quickly turned into a downhill river of runoff. Mr. B. and I became the towel brigade, sopping up and pushing back water trying to invade the house.

Until I could get a diverting row of sand bags down in front of the glass doors to the family room. Our good French drain took most of the water around the south end of the rancho and into the street out front.

Mrs. Charm was away working the flood story at the daily, but gave good advice by phone. No rain on the radar this morning. Forecast calls for another storm this afternoon but then a possible end to the rains until the weekend.

UPDATE:  If you want to help, my preferred charity is the Salvation Army. They don’t push religion and they have no high-paid administrators to consume your money. They just help by dispatching mobile feeding canteens to area shelters. You can donate online at http://www.salvationarmyaustin.org

MORE: WIMBERLEY, Texas (KXAN) — Search crews recovered the body Wednesday of a boy along the Blanco River in rural Hays County. The boy’s body was found near Water Park Road, but authorities have not yet identified the child.

Treasure Island

Mr. Stevenson’s Treasure Island is still one of my favorites, though the last time I read it was to Mr. B. just before he learned to read. I often think of young Jim Hawkins, Long John Silver and old Ben Gunn and his secret in the cave.

And Blind Pew and the fabled black spot.

And, of course, the book is at least 300 percent better than the movies, even the 1934 classic with Wallace Beery. Or the 1990 remake with Charlton Heston.

As reviewer Robert Guttman says at Amazon (where the ebook version linked above is free!): “No boy [or girl] ever really outgrows Treasure Island.”

Via Miriam’s Ideas.

UPDATE:  I used the link to get a free copy and I’m rereading it!

Good news for kids

When Mr. B. was twelve and he was playing seventh grade football at his middle school, practice often ran almost two hours after school let out. Then he liked to walk up to the J and lift weights in the gym. I told him that was fine with me and just to be home before dark.

When I mentioned his new freedom to an old Army friend who had never married or had children, he replied, “I don’t know if you should do that.” Too dangerous, he said, times having changed from when he and I were told the same way back in 1956. That’s what you get, I told him, for watching so much television news.

And so a (to me) disturbingly large part of the country seems to believe. When, in fact, according to a child trends analysis of CDC and FBI data by the WaPo, as their headline says: There’s never been a safer time to be a kid in America.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  It’s more dangerous in school, where scores of women teachers are raping 15-year-olds.

Social Justice Bullies

I was joking around with Mrs. Charm the other day about the self-righteous intolerance of so-called Social Justice Warriors when Mr. B. spoke up to say that the intolerant SJWs are well known to his high school freshmen class.

It’s never too early, apparently, to learn of the vile patriarchy (privileged white males like me and Mr. B.) vs the oppressed (all women and everyone else).

These proto-authoritarian leftist Democrats are misnamed, surely. Social Justice Bullies would be more appropriate. They will not debate or argue. Agree with them or be denounced a racist: “To disagree with the millennial social justice orthodoxy is to make a pariah of oneself willingly. Adherence to the narrative is the single litmus test for collegiate (and beyond) social acceptance these days.”

Collegiate and much earlier, it would seem, even unto the depths of high school.

The Democrats took your birthday cake

Mr. B. gave me a birthday card the other day—along with a package of sugar-free candy and a bottle of bubble juice with a wand for blowing bubbles, one of my favorite activities.

On the front of the card it shows a cake pedestal picked clean and the words: “The Democrats took your birthday cake.”

Inside: “They sliced it up and gave it to people who aren’t fortunate enough to have a birthday today.”

Heh.  Said he found the card in the local drug store. He didn’t see a Republican counterpart. Could be the rest of the country is as tired of the Dems as I am.