Monday night... swimming lessons

Hello, people of Earth.

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Evey and I watched an episode of Supergirl tonight. In the episode, Kara is trapped by a extraterestrial parasite, and the effect it has is it takes the victim to their dream world.

(There was another subplot where Kara was fighting with her aunt.)

The whole episode was well done, maybe too much pathos for a show like this... but I thought the writers did a nice job.

In the episode, Kara is trapped, basically, in a dream. So she goes back to her childhood... interestingly, she meets a young Kal-El (Clark Kent/Superman) who was a figment of her imagination (Superman was jettisoned to earth as a baby... the idea of a young boy Kal-El on Krypton, I thought, was a nice touch.)

Evey enjoyed the episode (she's seen it several times, I was the one who was catching up) but it put a lump in my throat... because it reminded me of dreams I had (less frequently by the day) where I see my dad again. In the episode, Kara sees her deceased mom and dad again, and she is obviously effected.

But the thing she doesn't do, is go for a hug.

Having lost my dad almost seven (seven!) years ago now, the thing that haunts me in these dreams is the urge to hug, or at least touch, my dad... and I was clutching the couch, hoping Kara could pull off her own hug. The TV show emphasized the relationship with her mom more... so they backed off the sentiment with her dad. Which was clearly a good thing for me, since I was relating more as the superhuman (yes, I have superpowers) who lost his dad.

But it was all good, and a decent episode all together, but like I told Evey... maybe a little too sad overall (spoiler: Kara's mostly evil aunt gets killed in the episode.)

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I've been in the process of updating my jukebox. Look for the series of jukebox close-ups photos, for each page, soon.

I wiped out 98 CDs and put in 98 new CDs. (Soundgarden's Superunkown survives, and is now the only CD to remain in the jukebox — at slot 78 — since the day I bought it six years ago. Harvey Danger's Where Have all the Merrymakers Gone? also survived this cut.)

So I took some time to put album artwork in the juke tonight. That caused me to celebrate and play some tunes. So now I'm listening and blogging.

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8412 — Mr. Mastodon Farm.

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Evey is walking home from school regularly now.

It makes good sense. It's a shorter walk than it is a drive, really (apply the rule of "as the crow flies.")

But it's a little sad that another way I can impact Evey's day is falling by the wayside...

I remember when she was a kindergartener, and she'd come out of the Eudora Elementary School doors and leap into my arms.

Then she became a first grader, and I got a big hug.

Then she became a second grader, and I got a casual, "Hey, I know you — we're family..." half-hug.

Now Evey is a third grader. I make a point of getting the half-hug when she leaves school. It's nice. It's a far cry from the leaping-into-my-arms hug I got back when she was in kindergarten, but... Evey is almost 5 feet tall now.

I think it's a good thing Evey is walking home from school with a friend.

Really.

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Dentist appointments for Adrianne, Boyd and me today.

Evey? She's the winner-winner, chicken dinner.

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Back in the day when blankets were a cool gift. December 2014.

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There are reports that Boyd has a photo of himself with the baby cow/calf.

We'll see. People say there's a photo of me and John Elway together, too.

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Evey does a nice job singing that Marian Hill song.

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Boyd had swimming lessons tonight.

He also announced that he has a new name: "Super Smash."

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Hey, what'd I do to my hip?

It was't the result of a big running/jumping Evey hug...