December 26, 2016
I've been holding this entry for over a week because I didn't want to suffer from SOD. I don't know what I expected in mid-December when Walter and I took a rare four-for walk. Usually, our live are so hectic that we take our own turns walking Will and Teddy. I do long 6:00 am and 6:00 pm walks, and Walter does a much larger number of shorter walks to alleviate doggy boredom and to mitigate the need to pee.
Somehow, things had calmed down enough that we all went for a medium loop together, and just when we were about to swing back towards the house, we turned a little bend in the road and spotted something a *tad* out of the ordinary.
I first thought we had discovered Plato's Cave, which could have reasonably explained the previous election season and so much more. If you have forgotten, here is a schematic of Plato's Cave:
The prisoners can only discern what is on the wall in front of them. These prisoners would mistake appearance for reality. They would think the things they see on the wall (the shadows) were real; they would know nothing of the real causes of the shadows. It occurred to me that all 330,000,000 Americans could be sitting at the end of our road in a cave watching the shadow of reality.
We walked on.
And discovered something quite different. That's right, Teddy Magdalen can now provide an authentic apostolic witness that the tomb is, in fact, empty. He has risen, indeed. Willie Peter. . . well, as usual . . . he doesn't know whether to believe or not.
I always knew that Christmas was mysterious, but never did I know HOW MYSTERIOUS!
Anyway, I thought it was too dangerous to conflate Christmas and other holidays, so I decided to wait before I shared this image. Then a few days later (maybe the 21st or 22nd) I started seeing photos like this on on my FB feed:
That iced it for me. If Walmart could put up Valentine's candy (and do you really think it will still be fresh in mid-February?) before Christmas, do I really have to wait until April for the Easter tail?