Our Buddha broke this winter. I'm sure I'm not the only person who finds this amusing, in a cosmic sort of way, but my Poor Wife was upset, since in the two years it had graced our yard he had become an almost religious figure for her.
She noticed the crack a couple weeks ago. The little bed for which he was a focal point or, as they now say on HGTV a focus, was to be remade this year, and when I tried my gingerly-est to lift him out he fell apart at the fourth, or Nirmana, chakra. We brought him indoors to dry out, with hopes of a cosmetic repair job, but I was less optimistic than I let on and ran off and bought Sparky, above, the gargoyle we'd admired last year but decided was too expensive. He looked right at home immediately.
(I was curious, there, whether one could ginger as a transitive verb, and I find that it is indeed possible assuming one wants to make a horse appear more lively by putting ginger in his anus. This is of no immediate use to me, but it does reinforce the idea that if you find yourself standing with a dairy farmer and a horsey type and you need to have one of them hold your wallet for a moment the choice is, as they say on HGTV, a no-brainer.)
Anyhow, physical labor season is upon us and I just have time to say I watched Smilin' Al Gonzales yesterday. And it's not the mendacity as such that surprised me--I have noted on more than one occasion that practicing law in Texas should actually disqualify you from Constitutional law, the way you can't plug in your alarm clock in Paris--but what a terrible liar the man is. He doesn't even reach the pathetic standard of the lyin' politician, that is, to at least look as though someone told you this would be a good lie.
And so it occurred to me that the Bush administration has now managed to shock the Right by proving you could exhaust an inexhaustible military and lose a war with an invincible force, and it has shocked the Left, which has long considered Bush capable of anything, by running out of Liars. And that, as they say at Powerline, is pure genius.
They haven't run out, they're just restocking. They can give you a raincheck and everything.
ReplyDeleteSparky looks great, my sympathies to the wife about the Buddha. I had a Lakshmi once with three arms.
I watched Smilin' Al Gonzales yesterday. And it's not the mendacity as such that surprised me--I have noted on more than one occasion that practicing law in Texas should actually disqualify you from Constitutional law, the way you can't plug in your alarm clock in Paris--but what a terrible liar the man is. He doesn't even reach the pathetic standard of the lyin' politician, that is, to at least look as though someone told you this would be a good lie.
ReplyDeleteThat might have been written by Molly Ivins. Good shot.
While I really like Sparky, he is not a Buddha. You will have to allow Poor Wife to rub your belly now for good luck. (If this was already standard practice, we don't need to know.)
ReplyDeleteShouldn't a Texas lawyer liar be particularly facile and maybe even charming? Where did he go to law school anyway?
ReplyDelete--Googling--
Harvard.
Well, that explains it.