She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are in Denton, Texas, visiting Morris William (the Kid Bro d’SWMBO), his lovely wife Rebecca, our four-year-old nephew William, and brand-new niece Madison.
Interesting family, this.
Morris William was a mere sprat of nine when I first met him more than thirty years ago. Now he’s forty, and the father of two. He and I share a twisted sense of humor, the possible result of my having taken him to see Animal House when he was a lad of ten years.
This morning we were on our way to pick up SWMBO, arriving on an early flight at DFW. Morris William and I were discussing spiders – not one of his favorite topics, by the way – and the remarkable tensile strength of their webs. I speculated that if there were a way to gene-splice a spider with a cow, perhaps the resulting Chimerical Beast could be a source of high-strength fibers, a sort of walking Kevlar factory. What to call such a beastie? We both blurted it out at the exact same moment:
It’s scary, I tell ya.
Rebecca is another story. She is a confirmed animal lover - possibly owing to a bit of Native American in her ancestry - and a breeder of Arabian horses. Whenever she comes across a lost or sick animal, she will find it a home, take it in, nurse it back to health...whatever it takes. When she finds a dead animal, she will, like as not, boil it down until clean bones remain in order to fashion a Spirit Stick with its skull.
[There’s nothing like a Squirrel Skull Spirit Stick with which to stir your Spirits. Enough gin, and pretty soon that little fella looks like it’s talking to you.]
And then there’s young William, sitting patiently in the back seat. But not too patiently, for out he comes with this pronunciamento:
“Is this taking forever, or what?”
Kids. Don’t they say the Gawd-damndest things?