School vacations suck. School vacations with a sniffly kid suck more. School vacations with a sniffly kid who hasn’t yet made any friends in the neighborhood — at least, none who are also on break — suck the worst. Yesterday we went to the Detroit Science Center, another children’s museum that could be subtitled Short Attention Span Theater. Push this button, watch something happen, race to the next exhibit, push another button, watch something else happen, repeat until exhausted, etc.
Today we’re going to be done with education and go seek out a mall somewhere. My fervent belief is that somewhere in the metro D there’s a nice antique console table sitting around waiting for me to pick it up, along with a Queen Anne breakfront or some other piece of furniture suitable for storing my good china, and also lots of bookcases. And all these things are cheap. And all these things are destined to come home with me, and we will find one another, preferably this week.
In the meantime, I liked John Scalzi’s take on covenant marriage, one of those policies beloved of do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do conservatives, but which turns out, even in GWB’s America, to be a total joke: A covenant marriage also requires a two-year wait before a divorce becomes final, except in cases of adultery, abuse or imprisonment for a felony. …The concept of covenant marriage, which, to put it lightly, has not been a hit, even in Arkansas: just over two thirds of one percent of Arkansas marriages have been covenant marriages since the new variation of marriage was enacted into law in 2001. Simple reason for that: As a concept, it’s pretty damn insulting.
I’ll be back later, with all my fabulous new furniture!