A Foolish Promise

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Back in February, when the kids and I visited Ireland, we couldn’t escape the topic of Donald Trump. In the car, we listened to radio news loops, detailing Trump’s quirky comments. In pubs, restaurants and shops, strangers queried us about The Celebrity Apprentice host’s political fame.

This was well before “Trump” and “presumptive nominee” shared a sentence. As of mid-February, six Republican candidates still jockeyed for the lead. And while Trump was holding the field at bay, most political pundits and media outlets treated his campaign as a farce. Trump wasn’t a real candidate; he was a titillating caricature, whose wacky remarks spiced-up a ho hum primary season. No one imagined he’d be ringleader in the presidential circus.

From my perspective, his campaign was fantastical. And on our drive to Dingle — prompted by another Donald soundbite — I declared the following:

“If Trump wins the presidency, we will move to Ireland.”

The kids lit up. You promise? they asked. I promise, I replied.

At the time, Trump had a better chance of walking on the moon than commanding the oval office.

But that was then… and this is now.

Trump’s presidential run is no longer groundless. And the kids haven’t forgotten my pledge. A couple days ago, they pondered a Republican win and lobbed out a bunch of questions:

Are we going to live with Auntie Sheep or will we have our own house? Will we move after the election or after inauguration? Can we bring Maisie? And what about the horses? Can we still go to sleep-away camp in West Virginia? Can my friends visit us in Ireland? 

I glibly answer their questions while pondering how to back-pedal out of a pinkie promise. We’ll have our own house; umm… I guess we’ll move after inauguration. Yes, we can bring Maisie, and maybe Rocky and Jazz, but not the other horses. We’ll see about sleep-away camp; and your friends can visit if they pay their own way… 

I never imagined I’d have to make good on a plan to relocate. Now I’m plotting a retraction.

Should Trump become the final one standing, I’ll renege on my decree and slather it with a heartfelt apology.

And if all else fails, I’ll pay them off.

Trump may become president, but cash is king.

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The Alien Deception

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Ever since I discovered a field mouse squatting in our mailbox (approximately a year after I grasped for the mail and was stung by a carpenter bee)…

I began to look before reaching.

That’s why I noticed the book in the mailbox.

I assumed it was a loaner on return, and I tossed it onto Pigpen’s passenger seat —  a receptacle for mail and the kids’ discarded clothing. (Rarely do I subject a human passenger to that unairconditioned rattletrap.)

Anyway, a week passed before I removed the dirty clothes and unearthed the stack of mail.

The book cover was forgettable, but the lump inside gave me pause. I assumed it was a note from the borrower; but it was actually a DVD entitled: Exo-Vaticana — The Alien Deception.

Now that stopped me and I scrutinized the book… which wasn’t your typical Jehovah’s Witness lit.

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As for the accompanying disc… I wasn’t brave enough to stick something called The Alien Deception into my DVD player. So I turned to Google.

Exo-Vaticana is a book authored by two writers who claim that the Catholic Church has begun a global dialogue with extraterrestrial life, and that Pope Francis will ultimately disclose ET’s existence to the world. Specifically, they claim that the Pope is preparing to lead the Catholic Church to embrace the returning/visiting aliens as “space brothers of Christ.” 

Okay…

In contrast, the book, Knowing God, was banal. Apparently, it’s a must-read for Evangelicals.

It brings together two important facets of the Christian faith― knowing God and [sic] God’s close relationship with the person of Jesus Christ,” wrote one reviewer.

A quote from the author J.I. Packer stated: “Christians have become enchanted by modern skepticism and have joined the ‘gigantic conspiracy of misdirection’ by failing to put first things first.

Another reviewer said that Knowing God“puts the hay where the sheep can reach it — showing ordinary folks what it means to know God.”

None of those comments wowed me.

The relationship between God and Jesus Christ? Not exactly a novel concept.

And the sheep metaphor was offensive. During our last snowstorm, I’d put hay where the sheep could reach it, and those stupid sheep were too dense to eat it. Please, select another domesticated species to represent me.

As for the “gigantic conspiracy of misdirection?” Sounds like the current presidential race.

So, what do to with this mailbox liturgy?

I found that Amazon sells Knowing God for $11.96. If our neighbors have also been blessed with this bounty, we could pool our paperback stash and make some money.

As for the homemade, pirated version of the Exo-Vaticana DVD? It’s hard to put a price on that.

So far, The Alien Deception makes a handy drink coaster.

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All Before 9 AM

A few mornings ago, I got out of bed and found this on the kitchen table:

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There was no reason to doubt its legitimacy. I recognized Martin’s handwriting and he was up before me.

Plus, no one has time to pull a prank at that hour.

I surveyed the box — he could’ve weighed down the lid with a bowl or a plate — but the top appeared to be undisturbed….

So I shoved it aside and started packing lunches.

A short while later, the kids emerged. They gobbled down their cereal and carried the box outdoors.

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I later learned that Martin discovered the corn snake while mucking stalls. The creature was coiled around the pitchfork handle, attempting an ascent to a bird’s nest.

As punishment, Martin decided that the snake should spend time with the kids. So he placed it where it wouldn’t be missed.

After being stuffed in a shoebox, the snake was less than thrilled to be poked and prodded on the deck.

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When Cayden tried to detain him, the snake bit his hand.

So we released the reptile on his own recognizance, and he vanished into the pumpkin patch.

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After that we piled into the car, but pulled over within a few miles to watch Pigpen’s odometer hit the 250,000 mark. We shouted out the open windows. I photographed the event.

Hadley thought we should celebrate with ice cream.

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From there, it was off to camp.

But not before The Boy shed his braces at the orthodontist’s office.

And all before 9 AM.

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