This will probably be a short blog tonight, because I seem to have temporarily misplaced my glasses, at least I hope I just temporarily misplaced them and they didn’t fall out of my pocket while I was taking out the garbage or going to the store, I’m searching back through my addled short term memory and the last time I definitely remember having them was before all that, so I think they must be somewhere in the flat.
It wasn’t really a mean statement, and he apologized O.K.
Of course, the frustrating thing about losing ones glasses is that not having them makes it harder to look for them. It’s sort of like when you forget your phone, your first instinct is to call everybody and let them know you don’t have a phone, but…
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Congratulations to my niece, Betsy Stalter, on getting married, which she just announced via facebook and we had no idea, although her and Enderson have been a couple for a long time. I haven’t met him yet (they live in Brazil, he’s Brazilian) but most of the rest of the family has and they think he’s great.
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In the news, I would like to offer a bit of a defense of the lame duck Czech Prime Minister, Jiři (George) Rusnok, who was caught saying something stupid when he obviously thought the mike was off. Admittedly, he’s a moron, because there was no reason at all to think it was turned off, but it wasn’t such a malicious statement. When informed that he was going to be delegated to attend Mandela’s funeral because the President, Miloš Zeman, is in a permanent alcoholic stupor has a knee injury, he said something that could be very roughly translated as “Bloody hell, I don’t have time for this shit.”
He wasn’t saying that nobody should go, he wasn’t saying anything negative about Mandela, he was just bitching, to a friend, about the long flight (long as a pig? Jeez, this language) and the inconvenience.
I don’t really get that, either, because I see that as one of the great perks about a job like his. He gets to jet off to South Africa for a couple of days, away from the Czech Winter, spend some time shmoozing with world leaders and maybe fit in a day or two of sightseeing, food, and music, if he’s smart.
Funerals aren’t much fun, but that’s only a few hours. Deal with it, ty vole.
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