random thoughts

Tonight we decided to cook salmon burgers on the outdoor grill. A very large spider had previously laid claim to the deck by building a very intricate web stretching from flower pot to flower pot to roof of house and back to deck railings. The spider was busily repairing a hole in the web. She was hungry; we were hungry. However, we saw no reason that both of us couldn't be fed. Carefully we edged our way to the grill, not destroying even one filament of the spiders work of art. I don't know if she appreciated our effort, but we felt better that she is still able to live in the web that she had constructed. After all she may be Charlotte. If I go out tomorrow and she has crocheted words into the web---wow~!
Is there anyone out there who actually uses every single button on the remote control? Is there anyone out there who actually knows what all those oddly labeled buttons are for? Are the remote control engineers just trying to show off? Because there are so many buttons and the remote is so small, the lettering is microscopic definitely a problem for many people. I would love to have a remote that has a button for on/off, a button for forward and rewind, a button to change channels and a mute button. That's four buttons----plenty for me, thank you very much.
What would happen if a presidential candidate stood up before the camera and said, "My name is ----------- and I want very much to be your president. If you elect me here are the things I would do----------. My mother taught me that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. I know my opponent is saying bad things about me. I refuse to play that game so I will be saying nothing about him/her. I will leave it up to you to discern the truth or falsehood of what my opponent is saying about me. Thank you very much." (If candidates would behave like my imaginary candidate, I wouldn't have to use my complicated remote to switch channels to avoid all the negative campaign ads for one thing.)
Random thoughts are good----sometimes they are referred to as venting.

We live in a complicated world. When I turn on T.V. the commentators are telling me which state is going to go with which candidate in the upcoming election. It is disconcerting to think that they have figured out who is going to win before I even go to the polls. I wish they would just quit guessing and let the election be a surprise.

Cute or not Cute; That is the Question

I was at a party last night. I guess it was a party, (defined in the dictionary as a social gathering of invited guests), I was invited and we did socialize some, but the real reason the party was held was to sell us things that we want but don't need. As usual I had a good time because I am a people person, but there was an aspect to this party that wasn't fun.
There was a six-year-old boy who dominated the party.
It was a cooking show so all the ingredients were out complete with for-sale tools to demonstrate how to prepare each dish. When the hostess would request volunteers to cube bread with a knife that cut like magic, Mr. Six-Year-Old-Dominator would grab the knife. When the hostess would ask for a volunteer to use the lemon-juicer to see how easily a lemon can be juiced, Mr. SYOD would grab the lemon and proceed to juice it. The garlic press which "easily crushes a garlic clove" was grabbed by Mr. SYOD. He had met his match with the garlic press. His six-year old hands would not crush the garlic press although he continued to press, grunt and strain to get the job done---just what a lady who is selling this product wants to see happen. Finally another guest removed the press from his hands and showed that it could be easily done with normal adult hands. While we were filling out our order forms Mr. SYOD used a recliner with a movable footrest as a slide or jungle gym of sorts. Of course Mr. SYOD's mother gently and kindly tried to corral him with gentle looks and soft words but to no avail.
In my mind I returned to an afternoon when my daughter, son-in law, and my not yet two year old grandson and I were enjoying tea in a lovely English garden. My grandson being a toddler began to wander a little from table to table giving beautiful smiles to all the guests at the tea room. Of course, being his grandmother I thought he was adorable. However, his mother, with wisdom that is beyond the scope of grandmothering, immediately corralled him and kept him at our table where he could only smile at us. Her words of wisdom as she did this returned to me last night, " He is going to stay at our table. Other people may not think he is as cute as we think he is." How lucky I am to have children who parent with consideration for others!