I felt like posting, but had no single train of thought, so here, instead, are a series of random musings

"Life is full of greetings and partings. That is the way of things." So spoke Kermit the Frog in "Muppet Christmas Carol." That's sad though, because he was talking about the death of Tiny Tim. Less traumatic, but still no less mourned, are the dying days of my summmer. I go back to work on Monday. It has made me realize that beginnings are for excitement and joy and wonder...experiencing the newness of life. Endings are for remembering and longing; particularly longing for moments lost and time ill-spent. The secret to the well-lived life is to grasp a bit of beginning and ending in every moment.

Are we becoming dumber? Go rent "V for Vendetta" and watch the opening sequence where V meets Evey. 1) See if you can grasp the meaning of the speech (and part of the problem is the speed at which the soliloquey is spoken) V speaks as he introduces himself. 2) Understand it? Now go back and look up all the words to which you still don't know the definitions.
But beyond that, Hollywood is working hard to complete the dumbing down of America. The movie, which I really enjoyed on various levels, is tauted on trailers as an action film. Can't we be trusted to want to see quality, thought provoking films without the lure of guts, mayhem, thrills, chills, spills...Will Smith? Sorry dumb question. When was the last time you saw a trailer for a documentary?

Kids are awesome and resilient and patient. Far more than we give them credit for. My children love me, and that is a blessing. To look at them, and tremble with the realization that I am shaping who they are, is too much. But to look at them, and smile, and touch them, and tell them I love them...that is more than I could ask for.
Children also have a beautiful knack for dropping things. This talent really ticks me off. Honestly...fills me with rage. A phone falls. Milk is spilled. My temperature rises. I have to believe this is a common occurance in other parents. They made a saying for it, for crying out loud. There really is no use in crying over spilt milk. And it's dumb to get mad. Kids lack a lot of manual dexterity we adults take for granted. Plus, I had some batteries squarely in my grip last night and they inexplicably tumbled to the ground. Nobody's perfect. "They look like good, strong hands...." {Reply and give me the name of the film containing the aforementioned quote and you'll be my hero.}

Read "Young Goodman Brown" lately? I just did. Very thought provoking. Check it out.

I must retire. You stay classy.