Midnight Musings

I just finished watching "Field of Dreams" on television again. It's such a cute movie. Of course, one has to suspend their disbelief to really enjoy it, but I can't help wondering one thing at the end - where are all these people going to park???

'night.

'night.

When I look out of my office window, I see two cars that catch my eye: one that my boss told me is a ragtop Mini Cooper and the other a convertible Grand Am which he owns. Now, I know very little about cars - I know what color car my friends own and whether it's a van or not, but normally that's where my interest ends.

My question is, what advantage is there to having a convertible? It looks cool in the parking lot, I'll agree. But if it rains unexpectedly while you're at work and the top's down, you have a disaster on your hands. If you're driving, you have a disaster on your head. (Gotta love that windblown look.) You can't breathe on a windy day. Bugs can get caught in between your teeth and other places. Birds can poop on you. Wildlife can attack. All in all, it's a concept that's completely beyond me - unless of course you count those things as advantages. In which case...nevermind.

'night.

I've been thinking recently about the fact that so many terms of endearment for children revolve around food - honey(bun), sweetie(pie), sugarplum, pumpkin, cookie, dumpling. It's a little sick, don't you think? In French, they're "little cabbages". It loses something in the translation but, hey, it's French. In Spanish they're called ducklings, which is cute and not immediately associated with food. By normal people.


Bad Parenting? 

'night, patitos.

I love thunderstorms. Unless I'm trying to sleep, in which case I wish they were a bit quieter. I love to witness the power of them and the show the lightning makes. They say that most of what we see is actually ground-to-cloud, although it looks like it comes from the sky. I've often thought about standing on my head during a storm but I never seem to remember that while I'm watching one. I'd love to see ball lightning - from a safe distance, of course. I was at the beach once and there was a lightning storm during a fireworks display. God's production received a lot more applause from the crowd.
The news said three local people were hurt by a tree which exploded after being struck by lightning during yesterday afternoon's brief thunderstorm. I doubt if they wondered if it was cloud-to-ground or not. That would be me.

'night.

Omigosh. I have a friend who is certifiable. We have a strange and wonderful relationship. She is always telling me what I should do and I am always telling her why I can't. We are the difference between spontaneous and impulsive. She suggested that we go to Milan next year without thinking about the finances or my available vacation time. I agreed and she thought I was serious. Two months later, she sent me an e-mail saying she's moving for a year to Paris, of all places! No money, no job, no knowledge of the language, no plan except to find those things while in France. Honestly, I have my own prejudice against that particular country but my friend, having been born and raised in South America, can only try to understand my bias. But her desire to experience another culture and have her adventures overcomes all. Then she called to say that she will haunt me until I break down and visit her there. She is truly insane and I will miss her terribly.

'night.