Precious

Yesterday my beloved and I went to see the movie Precious. If you don't know this movie, I would suggest you see it. It is about a horrible subject or subjects actually and it might make you cry. You read stories just about every day in the paper about the people that are supposed to protect a child turn out to be the ones that can hurt them the most.

How does a parent go from the person that is supposed to protect you from the world to the world that you need protecting from? The father son bond - broken beyond repair. The mother daughter bond - never existing.

I think that the UK has the right idea, hide the identities of persons involved in a crime. I find the beautiful faces of children staring at me from the pages of newspapers hard to bare, but maybe that is the point. Looking at them, seeing their faces, perhaps we all need to see them, perhaps the parents that were supposed to love them, protect them, help them become adults should be forced to look at their pictures every day for the rest of the their miserable lives.

580 Crap

Today on 580 - I know that you have missed those daily or quasi-daily updates from my drive along 580. So today I saw:

A full size grey garbage can

Two separate piles of yellow caution tape

A chimney topper - one of those ones that look like a turban

Two little stuffed animals, a teddy bear and a little pig that had its nose up against the jersey barrier. They made me sad.

Hole in One Follow Up

So former spy sister, now known simply as math sister tells me my thinking on the odds of making a hole in one were wrong. Moi, wrong????

And I quote:

"Each hole is an independent event...therefore, every hole you play you you have the same chance of getting a hole in one. Playing more holes doesn't change the odds."

So, each hole I play, my odds are 12,500 to 1 that I will make a hole in one? I love you math geek, but I like my thinking so much better.

Anyway, probably not going to happen no matter what, but if it does I will make sure to purchase a lottery ticket on the same day.

Nails

I saw a woman on TV tonight that has really big finger nails. I don't mean long, I mean big. Her thumbnail looked like it was the length of the entire first joint of her thumb. It reminded me of a woman that sat next to me at the nail salon who had really big toenails. Again, not long just big. She had them painted with polka dots and she had a lot of them on all her toes.

I could not put one polka on my little toe, that leads me to ask am I the one with the odd toenails? Are my nails abnormally little? What is the proper nail to finger or toe ratio?

What are the odds?

Our friend Spouse A made a hole in one last week. I, of course, had to look up what are the odds of making a hole in one. I mean I watch Numbers, I know there is a formula for everything, so there must a formula for this right?

Well, yes there is. Basically, the odds are 12,500 to 1 for an amateur golfer.

So does this mean that I'd have to play golf 12,500 times before I got a hole in one or I'd have to play with 12,499 other individuals and then I might have a chance?

Spouse A, I don't care what the odds are - you are one in a million.

Good swing.

Taking Chance

I think I blogged about this movie after I first saw it. It is a movie with Kevin Bacon as a Marine Lt. Col. taking Chance Phelps home after he has died in Iraq. A veteran at the local VHW hall tells the Lt. Col that he is Chance's witness, someone that will remember him.

I thought of that movie again today while reading the Sunday obits. Over 60 years ago WWII ended and in todays obits were at least six men that served in WWII. Most in the 80s one or two in their 90's. They came from all walks of life, served in all different branches of the military, survived to have to have families that loved them and will miss them now that they are gone.

Perhaps it is because this week we celebrate Veteran's Day, I have the day off and in the afternoon I am getting a new crown at my dentists. It made me think of all the people that did not make it home, not just from WWII, but any war. They also had families that missed them, but they have missed them for a very long time. Their parents are gone, their brothers and sisters might still be around, but for how long. Many of them too young to have children and if they had them, by now some of their children are elderly and won't be around to much longer.

It is up to us, you and me, to remember them to be their witness and maybe not just one day a year.

Wondering

The news this week has been horrible to read, I can't even imagine being a participant in any of the stories that disturbed me.

There was a 14 year old boy that molested a 4 year old child, then when the child threatened to tell, the kid drowned him in the bathtub and hid his little body in a dryer.

The army major that opened fire in a room full of soldiers, killing and wounding with an automatic weapon that he legally bought.

A man opening fire in a Tampa office building.

A mentally disturbed woman gave her child away and the person she gave her to kept her in a box under a bed.

I wonder what is wrong with this world? What is wrong with its people?

Looking down

Went you walk along the beach always look down.

Farmers Market

In the grand scheme of things, fall vegetables are the most beautiful. These are from our local farmers market last weekend.