Blog number 391 **** 28 May 2009
My granddaughter, who must remain nameless unless I deign to suffer verbal beatings from close family members, graduated college a couple of weeks ago. I bought my granddaughter a book by Bill Bryson, an author we both know and like, because the books we have read of his have been funny. This one started off funny, so I bought it as a gift for my graduating granddaughter. Oh hell, let's call my granddaughter, "Sue." Ok?
My wife, let's call her "Eloise," and my son. let's call him, "Zipper."
So, I bought the book, inscribed it, "To Sue, something about graduating and wishes, signed, Grandpa."
I started reading the book a bit while waiting for the graduating ceremonies to end and discovered it was a very boring book. It was written like a text book for a language major. I left it under my chair for whomever wanted it.
Today Eloise gets a call from Sue and Sue tells Eloise that a lady tracked her down and told her that her grandpa must have forgotten her present.
I can't think of a way to tie this all together.
I am not a professional writer.
I am not a professional anything.
What I do best is fail.
But that's not a profession,
Is it?
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
BABIES BABIES BABIES
Blog number 390 **** 23 May 2009
We went to Mimi's this morning for breakfast. While eating we kept hearing this child making noises like babies do. I knew from its voice that it was a girl. When we left we passed by a mother, a grandmother, a girl about seven years old and her sister, a cute little thing wearing braids. At first I had a hard time getting her to look at me, but when she did, her face brightened up so beautifully. When we left, Teresa looked back and said that she was still staring at us.
That's all I got on that.
You had to be there.
We went to Walmart's from there. They were giving away free ice cream in the form of pretty large sundaes. Three different flavors of ice cream, plus three different sauces. Impossible to turn down.
There was a girl about eight years old, or ten or twelve, eating one of the free sundaes. I am pretty sure she had a slight case of Down's syndrome, which is why it was so hard to gage her age. I asked her if I could have a bite and she gave me a look like, "Go get your own. This is mine." She smiled and approached Teresa, and after I got my ice cream I offered her some of mine, which she refused. She talked to us a bit. Both Teresa and I are pretty sure that we have talked to her before in some other place. I think at Safeway's. She seemed like she knew us.
When we were checking out, she caught me from behind and gave me a hug. I learned from being with Teresa when she used to work with these people that almost always they are very loving. I think it might be Nature's way of experimenting with a species of loving humans. I sure hope it takes. If I had to choose between love and intelligence, I would choose love. But that's just me. 'sides, I ain't too impressed with what we call intelligent people anyhow. We come up short both ways. Too little of one, not where it really counts with the other.
But the baby that brought me to be writing this entry was one that caught my eye just before we went to check out. She was about nine months old and with her sister who was a year and a half, and her mother. We think they were adopted because the mother was white and both babies were Black. The nine month old was very, very Black and so beautiful! Her skin just shone, like a black pearl. I just kind of went slack jawed when I saw her and I poked Teresa and said, "look at that!" We are sure they were adopted African babies.
When I went up to her she stared at me with no indication of what was going through her head. I have learned that this usually means they are scared, so I backed off a bit, but when Teresa came up the baby looked at her and smiled and then I started talking to her and she just opened up. She was so beautiful! I can't get over it yet. We started talking to the mother and the baby dropped her head in shyness until her chin was on her chest and she never picked it up again, She did this still with a smile on her lips - as if she was embarrassed at the attention. I said to the mother, "Look. She knows we're talking about her!." The mother replied that she was very smart. Which was obvious.
What a wonderful day that was,
We went to Mimi's this morning for breakfast. While eating we kept hearing this child making noises like babies do. I knew from its voice that it was a girl. When we left we passed by a mother, a grandmother, a girl about seven years old and her sister, a cute little thing wearing braids. At first I had a hard time getting her to look at me, but when she did, her face brightened up so beautifully. When we left, Teresa looked back and said that she was still staring at us.
That's all I got on that.
You had to be there.
We went to Walmart's from there. They were giving away free ice cream in the form of pretty large sundaes. Three different flavors of ice cream, plus three different sauces. Impossible to turn down.
There was a girl about eight years old, or ten or twelve, eating one of the free sundaes. I am pretty sure she had a slight case of Down's syndrome, which is why it was so hard to gage her age. I asked her if I could have a bite and she gave me a look like, "Go get your own. This is mine." She smiled and approached Teresa, and after I got my ice cream I offered her some of mine, which she refused. She talked to us a bit. Both Teresa and I are pretty sure that we have talked to her before in some other place. I think at Safeway's. She seemed like she knew us.
When we were checking out, she caught me from behind and gave me a hug. I learned from being with Teresa when she used to work with these people that almost always they are very loving. I think it might be Nature's way of experimenting with a species of loving humans. I sure hope it takes. If I had to choose between love and intelligence, I would choose love. But that's just me. 'sides, I ain't too impressed with what we call intelligent people anyhow. We come up short both ways. Too little of one, not where it really counts with the other.
But the baby that brought me to be writing this entry was one that caught my eye just before we went to check out. She was about nine months old and with her sister who was a year and a half, and her mother. We think they were adopted because the mother was white and both babies were Black. The nine month old was very, very Black and so beautiful! Her skin just shone, like a black pearl. I just kind of went slack jawed when I saw her and I poked Teresa and said, "look at that!" We are sure they were adopted African babies.
When I went up to her she stared at me with no indication of what was going through her head. I have learned that this usually means they are scared, so I backed off a bit, but when Teresa came up the baby looked at her and smiled and then I started talking to her and she just opened up. She was so beautiful! I can't get over it yet. We started talking to the mother and the baby dropped her head in shyness until her chin was on her chest and she never picked it up again, She did this still with a smile on her lips - as if she was embarrassed at the attention. I said to the mother, "Look. She knows we're talking about her!." The mother replied that she was very smart. Which was obvious.
What a wonderful day that was,
Sunday, May 16, 2010
SPY VS. SPY
Blog number 389 **** 16 May 2009
An article in the May 10 issue of "The New Yorker" discusses the problems with the "trick" the Allies tried to play on the Axis by planting a supposedly drowned English officer in the Straight of Gibralter sea, carrying plans for the invasion of Greece. The Allies were really going to invade Sicily.
The gist of the article was that nobody really knows whether what spies discover is what the enemy wants them to discover, or whether it is really an important find.
Paraphrased somewhat for brevity, the following quote in the article is taken from a 1956 play by Peter Ustinov called, "Romanoff and Juliet." I liked it so much I thought I would share.
A crafty general of a small European country is trying to play off the United States against the Soviet Union. He tells the U.S. Ambassador that the Soviets have broken the American's secret code. "We know they know our Code," the ambassador replies. "We only give them things we want them to know." The general pauses, trying to make heads or tails of this information. Then he crosses the street and tells the Soviet ambassador, "They know you know their code." The ambassador is unfazed. "We have known for some time that they knew we knew their code. We have pretended to be duped." The general returns to the U.S. Ambassador and says, "They know you know they know you know." The Ambassador is genuinely alarmed, "What? Are you sure?"
An article in the May 10 issue of "The New Yorker" discusses the problems with the "trick" the Allies tried to play on the Axis by planting a supposedly drowned English officer in the Straight of Gibralter sea, carrying plans for the invasion of Greece. The Allies were really going to invade Sicily.
The gist of the article was that nobody really knows whether what spies discover is what the enemy wants them to discover, or whether it is really an important find.
Paraphrased somewhat for brevity, the following quote in the article is taken from a 1956 play by Peter Ustinov called, "Romanoff and Juliet." I liked it so much I thought I would share.
A crafty general of a small European country is trying to play off the United States against the Soviet Union. He tells the U.S. Ambassador that the Soviets have broken the American's secret code. "We know they know our Code," the ambassador replies. "We only give them things we want them to know." The general pauses, trying to make heads or tails of this information. Then he crosses the street and tells the Soviet ambassador, "They know you know their code." The ambassador is unfazed. "We have known for some time that they knew we knew their code. We have pretended to be duped." The general returns to the U.S. Ambassador and says, "They know you know they know you know." The Ambassador is genuinely alarmed, "What? Are you sure?"
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
CATS. YA GOTTA LOVE 'EM.
Blog number 388 **** 04 May 2009
This crime scene analyst says, "I tell you - Dogs are more loyal than cats. Cats will wait only a certain period of time and then they'll start chewing on you. Dogs will wait a day or two before they just can't take the starving any more. So keep that in mind when choosing a pet.
You know how a cat just stares at you, maybe at the top of the TV from across the room? That's because they're watching to see if you're gonna stop breathing."
This crime scene analyst says, "I tell you - Dogs are more loyal than cats. Cats will wait only a certain period of time and then they'll start chewing on you. Dogs will wait a day or two before they just can't take the starving any more. So keep that in mind when choosing a pet.
You know how a cat just stares at you, maybe at the top of the TV from across the room? That's because they're watching to see if you're gonna stop breathing."
Monday, May 3, 2010
A WORLD OF THEIR OWN PART TWO
Blog number 387 **** 03 May 2009
I was watching Judge Joe and he had a defendant that was a kinda snotty girl. He asked her what two into four was and she said, "Two." He then asked her how much was one half of four and she said, "Two and a half," and then arrogantly, "I'm not stupid!"
A couple of days later, another defendant. A former college student. Judge Joe asks her how many years is sixty months. She says she doesn't know. He tells her five. He says if you divide twelve into sixty, you get five. She replies that she's not in college any more, so how could she know that?
I'm reading a book about forensic scientists, "Every Contact Leaves A Trace."
This guy's in prison for life for brutally killing a family of four with baseball bats and knives and strangling the oldest daughter. He falls in love with another prisoner in prison for life for killing her mother. He said, "Wouldn't you know the first time I fall in love it has to be when I'm in jail for life and so is she. I must have done something terrible in a former life."
And finally, "My wife's an elementary school teacher. She teaches third grade. I'll come home and say we were at a scene and a dead body was there. She always goes, "A real dead body?" "No, Honey. Just a fake one. They always put a fake one in there for us. They don't want to disturb us."
I was watching Judge Joe and he had a defendant that was a kinda snotty girl. He asked her what two into four was and she said, "Two." He then asked her how much was one half of four and she said, "Two and a half," and then arrogantly, "I'm not stupid!"
A couple of days later, another defendant. A former college student. Judge Joe asks her how many years is sixty months. She says she doesn't know. He tells her five. He says if you divide twelve into sixty, you get five. She replies that she's not in college any more, so how could she know that?
I'm reading a book about forensic scientists, "Every Contact Leaves A Trace."
This guy's in prison for life for brutally killing a family of four with baseball bats and knives and strangling the oldest daughter. He falls in love with another prisoner in prison for life for killing her mother. He said, "Wouldn't you know the first time I fall in love it has to be when I'm in jail for life and so is she. I must have done something terrible in a former life."
And finally, "My wife's an elementary school teacher. She teaches third grade. I'll come home and say we were at a scene and a dead body was there. She always goes, "A real dead body?" "No, Honey. Just a fake one. They always put a fake one in there for us. They don't want to disturb us."
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