Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Now here’s a good guy that Mr. Boy seems to like after so many Orcs, the hard slog through the Mines of Moria, and the loss of Gandalf. Treebeard is the old hoom-boom fellow Tolkien dreams up to send the story off on a twisty turn, giving the reader hope that the evil which Frodo and Sam are walking into can eventually be defeated.

A good way to spend an hour, reading aloud, post-camp, as we push on through the last vacation days until school starts next week. Mr. B. and Mom are off to Houston on Friday to visit friends. The day after we find out the name of his new teacher and, possibly, the list of classmates. Wondering how many from kindergarten will be with him for first grade, hoping it’s the ones we like instead of the ones we’re less sure about. 

The backpack war is over, and Mom won. No Thing, but Superman, instead. Mr. Boy tried a last-ditch manuevar for Wolverine, presumably for the super hero’s shocking stileto-bladed fingers, but gave in more or less gracefully. 

Basketball camp ended Friday, and there’s just one more week before first grade begins, because of the wretched early start in Texas. Time flies. 

Not the 1951 or 1982 movies of the same name but the comic book superhero, a cousin, perhaps, to The Hulk. Herein lies a backpack stalemate. Mr. Boy adamantly wants a Thing backpack for first grade, retiring his Ninja Turtles backpack of kindergarten. Mom agrees that the turtles have run their course, but thinks the Thing backpack is too gross and she’s holding out for Batman. I lean towards Batman, as well, but do not wish to intervene. Let it shake itself out. Patience is my motto.

Birthday party Sunday at Deep Eddy pool in Austin for Daniel M., a kindergarten friend, was instructive. DM’s mom’s choice of party favors was Play-Doh, which drew scornful looks. Most of the attendees spent their time talking about Yu Gi Oh cards, and the details of violent death. Six-year-old boys favor blood and guts, pirates, superheroes, monsters, etc. Only poop and pee-pee jokes get equal time. Dinosaurs? Passe. 

Pity the children of the slain woman in Seattle whose only crime was working at the Jewish version of the United Way, when a self-proclaimed "angry" "Muslim-American" showed up with a gun. Not to mention the five others he wounded, also women, probably also mothers, at least one of them pregnant.

Just another reminder, whether in USA or the Middle East, how the angry Muslims almost always target civilians.

Brave mujaheed, as Meryl Yourish sarcastically puts it. Indeed.

Mr. Boy’s basketball day camp, at the J in Austin, has additional security, and it was comforting the other day at pick-up time to see an off-duty Texas state trooper working his shift. Also the sign at the front gate telling drivers that if they have no member sticker or other proof of legitmate business their trunk will be searched.

No hate murders of Jews here yet, but Central Texas is not immune to the ever-present anti-Jewish virus, though the most visible evidence was a few years ago when swastikas were spray-painted on a new congregation’s storefront synagogue.

UPDATE AskMom says "Seattle is already tying itself into a pretzel thinking of excuses for this latest, hometown Jihadist evil" and American Digest has an high school pix of the grinning perp, Naveed Afzal Haq, from the Seattle daily, although I’d rather see photos of the victims and their families.

MORE The scummy shooter has now disappeared into the justice system where I hope he rots. Instead of more on him, although you can read it here, I’ll reprint what the Seattle daily said about the dead woman, a mother of two grown children, who apparently was a convert to Judaism 40 years ago:

"Colleagues identified the slain woman as Pam Waechter, 58, of Seattle. Waechter, an assistant director at the federation, died at the scene.

"’This is just an extraordinary shock. We lost a really wonderful colleague, a wonderful friend. It’s hard," said Nancy Geiger, the charitable organization’s interim chief executive.

"’She was a person everybody loved, everybody enjoyed being with. She was a tireless worker for the Jewish community,’ said Rabbi Jim Mirel of Temple B’nai Torah, where Waechter was a past president."

And now, because of some mooj wannabee, who gut shot the other women and tried to do the same to the pregnant one, Pam Waechter is dead. 

Everything seems to be accelerated these days, even growing up. Mr. Boy tells us there is a "cool table" at basketball camp, where the popular guys sit, and that he is a charter member. "No adults allowed at the cool table." A cool table! I thought you had to be in high school for that, junior high at the least. It’s almost like he’s joined a fraternity, and he’s not even in first grade!