Bad Blogger

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Man, have I been a disgrace to the blogging profession. A month ago, I call out Mr. Wow, boldly proclaim I’m going to “fix” healthcare, and then I do nothing. No promised Part Two to my Mr. Wow call-out post is posted. No half-ass post on anything is posted to keep the masses entertained in the interim. And I didn’t even have the decency to reply to the great comments that my Mr. Wow call-out post generated—even the two comments posted by the illustrious Mr. Wow himself.

Yep, I’ve been a bad blogger. And the only excuse I have is that life got in the way. Here’s what I mean.

Bison Build

The bison build has been kicking my ass lately. I’m working on the inside of the back two legs and that means a lot of bending, twisting, and crouching. Not fun for my nearly 60-year-old knees and back. It’s also starting to get warm here in North Carolina. By early afternoon we’re in the low 80s now. So not only am I bending, twisting, and crouching, I’m also sweating like a sumo wrestler in hot yoga class. And after two to three hours of bisoning, I have little energy for anything else—even something as important as fixing our healthcare mess.

The good news is that I have been making some decent headway on the bison build. The back half of the beast is almost done. Here are some pictures.

Art Work Commissioned

A good friend of mine commissioned me to design a t-shirt. It was for a really good cause and there was no way I could say no. The only problem is that I really haven’t drawn anything since my rather pathetic ode to American Gothic. In other words, my drawing muscles are extremely out of shape. So drawing a picture of a surfer being dive-bombed by some maniac sea turtles wasn’t easy. I’d forgotten just how hard it is to draw the human hand, for instance. Anyway, after a couple of weeks of trying, I finally put together something presentable. Still some work to do. But I’m heading in the right direction. Check it out.

Oakley

We’re on our fourth foster dog now. His name is Oakley and he’s a champ. He’s also extremely smart and a master manipulator. He first signaled to us that it was time to do his business by whimpering by our back door. Perfect. But then he discovered that he could use his whimpering just to go out. And he loves to dig, sniff, and run. So he’s always whimpering now. And because Mrs. Groovy and I are pushovers, we’re always succumbing to his whimpering and taking him out. Bottom line: Oakley is way more work than we expected. That’s okay, of course. It just means I have less time to fix healthcare.

By the way, here are some pictures of Oakley.

Fixing Healthcare Is Hard

Finally, the main reason why I’ve been such a bad blogger lately is this: fixing healthcare is hard—especially if you want to honor the legitimate concerns of the Medicare-for-all crowd and the live-free-or-die crowd. My solution is over 3,000 words now, and it will easily surpass 5,000 words by the time it’s finished. My goal is to have it done by this Friday—I hope!

Final Thoughts

Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. Do you buy my mea culpa for being such a bad blogger? Or do you just think I’m a lazy shit who has shown wanton disregard for his most sacrosanct blogging responsibilities? Let me know what you think when you get a chance. Peace.