We have this new kids’ gym in town for kids with autism, sensory processing issues, Down’s syndrome, and everybody else. It’s a great place with tons of toys, equipment, trampolines, swings, toy carriages, etc. I took Klara there today, and we had tons of fun.

One thing, though, weirded me out. There were two mothers – not employees, just regular visitors – who kept trying to keep the room tidy. There were about fifteen kids of different ages engaged in very active play. Tidying up was nothing but counterproductive. And entirely useless since the gym has employees who tidy up and clean everything after closing.

It got to this really ridiculous point where a couple of 5-year-olds would set up toy bowling pins and go looking for a ball. When they returned a minute later, the bowling pins were all stored away by these moms. The kids set up the bowling pins again, but guess what? The tidy moms had put away the ball. You can imagine how loud these kids wailed when this happened.

One of the tidy moms was there with three kids and the other one had two. And here is what I wonder. Don’t they have enough picking up after kids at home? I’m not excessively tidy, to put it very very mildly, but it feels like all I do is pick things up all over the house. The whole point of a gym like this is for the parent to veg out in peace while the kids run around. Why else even pay the membership?

People confuse me all the time.

The cofounder of the California separatist group Yes California said in an interview Monday that the group welcomes “the vocal support” of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange, who recently began tweeting about the California independence campaign known as “Calexit.” 

Of course, Assange will say anything the Kremlin orders him to say. American secessionism is Putin’s most cherished dream. 

There is something wrong with the American mind when in the middle of natural disasters, a top concern is “looting,” especially by first responders.

We are exceptional! Unlike anybody else! Nobody has anything of the kind!

Pathetic.

So have you, folks, watched Eminem’s new video? I’ve been a huge fan for years. Rap is such a powerful art form. It perfectly transmits how I feel inside. The intensity, the anger, the stream of words. 

The most beautiful words I read since April were the ones I just got on my phone:

“16° colder than Tuesday.”

The declaration of Catalonian independence lasted exactly 56 seconds. 39 of them were takwn by applause. And then, it was retracted. The faces of the people gathered in the streets and cheering the independence only to discover immediately that it was being walked back are painful to watch. 

Puigdemont is using them to wrangle more power and money for himself out of Madrid. And those poor sumbitches got their asses whooped to facilitate his self-enrichment goals. 

Moral of the story: come out into the streets for your own interests. Don’t let yourself be duped by some slick bastard looking to sell you out for a handout. 

So the leader of Catalonia Carles Puigdemont declared independence. But then immediately asked the Parlament to suspend the declaration until such time when more talks can be held. 

The president of Spain’s government Rajoy asked the leader of the opposition to come over and was all like, “Hey, man, so did they declare independence or not?” And the leader of the opposition was all like, “Fuck if I know. I thought you were going to tell me.” 

So now nobody has a clue what the fuck is going on. 

Love Catalonia but I’m really over this shit.

If you are going to have kids, then don’t wait too long. Just do it or it might be too late. I’m desperate to have more kids but I’m afraid it won’t happen because it’s too late. And if you want to ask, “what, in spite of the monkeys?”, then you are probably not a parent.

I’m following an FB photographer who specializes in pictures of newborns. It’s kind of sad that I sit there every night, hearting photos of newborns. N would be super happy to go for another kid. But not at the price of me dying of eclampsia afterwards, he says. 

Can you, folks, believe that after the long monkey post I. . . forgot to bring the blasted monkey to daycare with me? It started raining, I had to run home, grab a different bag, etc. 

Fuck me. 

Ok, I promise it’s the last monkey post today.