I haven't been posting much last week, or this week probably. My daughter and three year old grandson are visiting from California. And no, we don't talk politics. At All!
I am having more fun than I deserve. This boy entertains me constantly. He calls me Poppy, except when he decides to shorten it to Pop. He loves cars and trains and sandboxes and swimming pools. The little inflatable kind, I don't have a pool.
So I didn't watch five minutes of news last week. And probably won't this week. Frankly, I don't care what's happening in the world right now. All I care about is entertaining this little guy.
You want to forget about all this stuff for a while, get yourself one of these grandchildren.
And you know what? He doesn't care either. If I tried to explain about President Trump or the evil of liberals, he would just laugh at me and want to play with his trucks. And frankly, I like that. Because who cares when you have a bunch of toys to play with and popsicles to eat and dogs to chase and naps to take.
I'll be back full steam when he leaves. A little sadder to have him gone, but refreshed and ready to get back at it.
I know there's a bunch of stuff happening, and it sounds like we are winning the battle for the soul of America. But for a couple weeks, all I care about is this little guy who loves trucks and trains and having Poppy read him books.
So this will be short, and not particularly relevant politically. But that's OK. I hear a little voice upstairs looking for Poppy so I got to go. There's a bunch of trucks waiting for us, and adventures to have.
I'll check in from time to time but unless he's taking a nap, we got business to attend to. Truck and car business.