Just a postcard from the back porch while I shuck corn, drive many miles, and do laundry for everyone. I can’t say it’s been a restful summer exactly, but I am grateful for all the circumstances which allow me to get real about the love, grace, and challenges of family. It can only come to good.
And lest that sound way too oblique and mysterious, I’ll share this clip from Jib Jab on other issues dominating our discourse at home. This tickles me mightily on a multitude of levels– Dylan would be turning over in his grave (if he were in his grave). Leno debuted it and thus I’m probably late on the popular media bandwagon here (as usual), but I think it deserves a little more publicity in the blog’s “maybe not up at 12:30 AM digital immigrant” demographic.
It had me at the unicorn.
