I recently caught the film, Orwell Rolls in his Grave, on cable television here. I don’t normally watch much T.V. during the day, especially with Ben gone, and I just couldn’t watch SpongeBob anymore so I flipped through to FSTV, which stands for “Free Speech Television” and was airing on AccessTucson, a local channel. more »
Correction: That should read “Sugarplum DeathFairy.” My supreme and zealous apologies to the lovely and exotic T. That should also be the fourteen signs of fascism. Whoops!
Since we had such fun finding eggs the day before Easter Sunday, Marti and I bought plastic eggs and stayed up late filling them with goodies. We had over 30 of them, ready to be hidden Easter morning. Well, as you can see, we slept and Ben woke up at dawn. I thought the eggs were fine in a bag on the kitchen counter, but Ben’s chocolate radar must have gone off. When we woke up and went into the kitchen, we found a trail of plastic eggs and foil wrappers. We followed the trail into the den, where Ben had opened and eaten 29 of the 36 chocolate eggs, and was not only proud, but very hyper. Afterwards, we got ready for church while Ben ran around with the camera taking pictures — the last two pictures are a Ben’s eye view of Marti and me getting ready. And while the rest of the day isn’t pictured, we had a nice time at church where Ben got — you guessed it — more chocolate. Ben thinks Easter is great.
