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Anyway, so I'm in Eagle Pass. The drive was uneventful. We left by 11ish, and arrived around 2. We went to the vet's where the dogs were going to be boarded, but they were closed from 1 to 3:30, for siesta I suppose. This pissed Dad off to no end; why, I'm not sure. It's not like we had any burning need to be anywhere. So we drove around for awhile, and picked up a little lunch. I had gotten really shaky, while not feeling all that hungry, which makes me wonder if I get hypoglycemic. I don't know a thing about it so I guess I'll look into it when I get home.
So we went to a park and sat down to eat. We were quietly surrounded by these weird little black duck-like creatures whose feet were only partially webbed, and they had red eyes. They liked french fries. We were surrounded by more and more duck-like creatures and then there was this truly odd-looking one. It was twice as big as the others and might have been a goose. The feathers on its back were white and iridescent blackish-green. It's brow had these bright red warts in a perfect line over its yellow, goat-like eyes. It was very alien, but it liked french fries too, and would stare at me expectantly if I wasn't delivering them with enough regularity. After I was done eating I went to get my camera, and tripped while getting out of the car (my foot caught the strap of my purse) which scared all the birdlife back to the nearby lake. Oh, well.
We dropped the dogs off and came back to the hotel to wait for Dad's wife to get off work. I read while Dad took a nap, then he woke up and we watched the news and argued political stuff for awhile. He knows a lot more about history that I, but he has what seems to me to be an irrational love of capitalism. When I expressed my doubts about it, he pointed out that I had a business, a house, a car, and was a right proper entrepreneur and had no place to bitch, when people 3 miles thataway (pointing in the general direction of Mexico) were lucky to make what I made in a month in a year. I pointed out to him that we give away free floats all the time, open our house to stressed friends, and I wondered why the fact that I had 'more stuff' made me a better person than the 'poor unfortunate sods' in Mexico. He claims capitalism is the best system there is, and I claimed that no, it's just the one that gets you more things. He pointed out that if it weren't for capitalism, he (who's recently had heart surgery) would be dead now. I decided that arguing was futile, so we ended up talking about other things.
I thought it was interesting that he said that recently he's been getting the feeling that elections don't matter much because all politicians were just selfish, greedy jerks. We ended it with a deal: I'd watch 'Other People's Money' (which sounds like a horrifying testimony to greed) and he would read 'Ishmael', which I sent several months ago but he's never gotten his retired butt around to reading (pardon the mixed metaphor). Yeah, 'Ishmael' isn't about tearing down capitalism per se, but it sure takes apart the notion that we've reached the pinnacle of achievement in human history.
Later today, a visit across the border.
So we went to a park and sat down to eat. We were quietly surrounded by these weird little black duck-like creatures whose feet were only partially webbed, and they had red eyes. They liked french fries. We were surrounded by more and more duck-like creatures and then there was this truly odd-looking one. It was twice as big as the others and might have been a goose. The feathers on its back were white and iridescent blackish-green. It's brow had these bright red warts in a perfect line over its yellow, goat-like eyes. It was very alien, but it liked french fries too, and would stare at me expectantly if I wasn't delivering them with enough regularity. After I was done eating I went to get my camera, and tripped while getting out of the car (my foot caught the strap of my purse) which scared all the birdlife back to the nearby lake. Oh, well.
We dropped the dogs off and came back to the hotel to wait for Dad's wife to get off work. I read while Dad took a nap, then he woke up and we watched the news and argued political stuff for awhile. He knows a lot more about history that I, but he has what seems to me to be an irrational love of capitalism. When I expressed my doubts about it, he pointed out that I had a business, a house, a car, and was a right proper entrepreneur and had no place to bitch, when people 3 miles thataway (pointing in the general direction of Mexico) were lucky to make what I made in a month in a year. I pointed out to him that we give away free floats all the time, open our house to stressed friends, and I wondered why the fact that I had 'more stuff' made me a better person than the 'poor unfortunate sods' in Mexico. He claims capitalism is the best system there is, and I claimed that no, it's just the one that gets you more things. He pointed out that if it weren't for capitalism, he (who's recently had heart surgery) would be dead now. I decided that arguing was futile, so we ended up talking about other things.
I thought it was interesting that he said that recently he's been getting the feeling that elections don't matter much because all politicians were just selfish, greedy jerks. We ended it with a deal: I'd watch 'Other People's Money' (which sounds like a horrifying testimony to greed) and he would read 'Ishmael', which I sent several months ago but he's never gotten his retired butt around to reading (pardon the mixed metaphor). Yeah, 'Ishmael' isn't about tearing down capitalism per se, but it sure takes apart the notion that we've reached the pinnacle of achievement in human history.
Later today, a visit across the border.
