And then elections came to brighten up father's day...

Which means that the family BBQ over at your parents where you are expected to show up becomes a forum for some mild political reflections and debate. Allowing to celebrate a father who (still) appears to be really one in a million.

So here is the sports-image... There is this cyclist and we all want him to win the race. But given the fact that it's a bit impractical for all of us to be actively helping him out(, and the fact that doing so seems to be a lot of work we rather don't do). We find ourselves electing a team of 13 helpers to make up his crew. We pay taxes to pay their wages. And we pave roads, build bicycles, or just mind our own business while they shape the guy up, train, organize food, coach, make him win the race so all of us are happy. In the group of 13 there are however some different visions of how things should be done, and in the past this has largely resulted in 7-8 of them finding some agreement on how to proceed, leaving the rest of the crew in a position of watching over, adjusting, constructively criticizing and asking not to overlook the other side of the angle.

What is puzzling me is which twisted logic ends up in concluding that more and more (up to 3 and some today!) of the crew-members should be replaced by new members that *actively do nothing but* stand waiting, triggered by failures to demoralize and criticize the cyclist. It get's more twisted when you realize the cyclist is the one chosing the crew. The cyclist is us.

He failed to explain. But it really is my problem that I fail to understand.

It's been one of those weekends where you put your kids to bed and somewhat gently confuse them by explicitely telling them how much you appreciate them being your kids, and give them that extra hug. Let's take care of them the best we can, and don't forget learning them to appreciate the 'best we could' without ignoring that we could even 'do it better next time'. Hope, Johanna!