This week's happenings:
I was driving through the park earlier in the week when I saw a policeman on horseback at the corner. I always hit the brakes when I see a policeman. As I passed him I wondered what he'd do if I had gone flying by. Would he start galloping after me? Couldn't I outrun him? Could he keep up? Wouldn't I have more horsepower? Would it be worth the price of a speeding ticket to experience that?
I was talking to my mom on the phone a few days ago about the upcoming holidays. And she said, "Well, you know what your dad used to always say."
"If the good Lord's willin' and the creeks don't rise."
I never heard my dad say that, but I like it.
I am dividing my thoughts here by bolding the first several words. I am copying Dennis Perrin. He does that sometimes and I like it.
I went downstairs Tuesday evening and Blue Kid and his friends were watching Fantastic Planet for the 2,000th time.
"This is a stoner movie. You guys aren't fooling me."
They laughed and BK's friend, Griffin, said, "This movie is so random."
Blue Kid said, "It's not random. It's about the Soviet Union's occupation of Poland."
Griffin said, "Whatever. I don't get it."
Matt piped up, "Dude! It's a metaphor."
Kyle said, "Yeah, what do you think? Actual blue aliens came down and made people slaves?"
Griffin said, "Well, let me just say that I'm Czech, so I can say what I want. It's totally random."
Matt said, "Dude!"
It tried to kill me.
I walked into the living room Wednesday night and Blue Kid was snuggled on the couch under a blanket. Reading a book.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading? A book?"
I asked him later why he was reading. A book.
"Because Taylor wanted me to."
Taylor is either BK's new girlfriend or he wants her to be.
I think I'm in love with her.
Hopefully, once the election's all over I'll stop dreaming about politics. In one, a group of us were watching a movie and Sarah Palin was there talking loudly on her cell phone so no one could hear the movie. And I thought, Figures! In the same dream George Bush was standing behind me, all despondent because he was "going to lose Toledo." And I kept thinking, Just run ads there! But don't think I'm going to do them for you. Then I shooshed him. In another dream Barack Obama and I were sitting next to each other at a counter in a diner. I was telling him about my family members who are on the fence about voting for him. I pointed to my brother-in-law who was sitting behind us in a booth near the window. Obama gave me a quarter to give to my brother-in-law so that he could play the jukebox.
Only four days 'til the election. I think Obama's gonna pull this out. That is, if the good Lord's willin' and the creeks don't rise.