I think it's going to be a long long time

Monday: I'm watching hockey again. OMG! No, that doesn't mean that I'm reconciled to the end of summer. But hockey is back! As Alexander Ovechkin told a reporter, the Capitals are not going to be suck this year. His English is so much better than my Russian.

Tuesday: I made it almost to the end of the day without encountering a single pirate, until I was on my way home. I was sitting at a stoplight, looked to my left, and saw four pirates in an SUV. I was this close. Sigh.

Meanwhile, if I'm Kim Jong Un, right about now I'm thinking "Rocket Man. Rocket Man! Damn straight! I'm ROCKET MAN, motherfuckers!" North Korean state media has probably been ordered to henceforth refer to Kim as "Rocket Man." They've probably already recorded a cover of the song, with Hangul lyrics about Rocket Man's birth at the peak of Mount Paekdu.

Rocket Man. Really. If you're trying to mock and insult someone, then don't call them something so obviously awesome. Rocket Man. Sheesh.

All this science--I don't understand. 

Wednesday: I'm writing a white paper, on a subject that I know woefully little about. So I'm doing research, and talking to experts, and it's coming along, I guess, but very slowly. I hate not knowing what I'm talking--or writing--about.

Actually, the whole day was kind of an exercise in humility. My 7th grader needed help with Algebra, which is another subject about which I know woefully little. I took exactly as much math as I had to, and not one bit more.

I'm pretty good at calculations; it's how to figure out what to calculate that is beyond me. I also can't remember order of operations. I couldn't explain (or apply) the distributive property to save my soul from Hell. I can usually solve for the value of X. I just can't do it in any rational sequence, and I can't explain or write down the process by which I arrive at the answer.  This didn't help my son at all. Algebra is about the journey and not the destination. Showing your work and all that. He's a smart boy, and he figured it out, no thanks to his mother.

Speaking of journeys and destinations, I would love to hear not only why Tom Price needs a private jet to travel around the country, but why he needs to travel around the country at all. What does an HHS Secretary do on the road, anyway? Is he on tour?

Friday: Good work, Mr. President! Focus on the important stuff. Rocket Man will come to his senses; and Florida, Texas, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands will fix themselves. Or maybe Tom Price is working on that--THAT'S why he needs private jets! Of course! You just deal with anthem-kneeling NFL players (are any of them even doing that anymore? Is it still 2016?) and build a nice sliding glass patio door between here and Mexico.

I have friends who voted for Trump. Some of them have finally lost faith in him. Others are hanging on. They blame Twitter. "If only he'd stop tweeting," they say, "then he could make progress with his agenda." Eventually, I hope, more people will finally figure out that this is his agenda. Destroying everything good, and exacerbating everything bad, and sowing division and strife, and then sitting back and watching what happens--this is the WHOLE REASON for his existence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The off-the-wall inflammatory tweets, and campaign rally demagoguery: A feature, and not a bug.

Sunday: Enough about politics. I started with hockey, and I'll end it with hockey. We took my son and his friends to a Capitals pre-season game last night. Despite a 4-1 loss to Carolina, it was a good time.  If what I saw on the ice is any indicator, then the Capitals sadly are going to be suck this year, but even Trump can't ruin hockey.