The video at this link is an absolute gem for sci-fi aficionados, especially Trekkers. I laughed the whole way through, and just about died when Leonard Nimoy bests Zachary Quinto in front of the golf clubhouse. And if you don't recognize the little ditty that Leonard Nimoy sings to himself in his car, take a couple minutes to watch this video, so you can be scarred for life:
Earlier this week I overheard a conversation between my middle child and my youngest. The older one was trying to get the younger one to do a job for him and the younger one was having none of that.
Josh: "Come on, Evan. Just do it!"
Evan: "No. I'm not doing it. I'm SUPER not doing it!"
That's going to be my new catchphrase, I think. Time to do the dishes? I am SUPER not doing it! The laundry needs to be washed? I am SUPER not doing it! Someone's got to walk the dog, water the garden, pick up the toys? I am SUPER not doing it!
A couple of days ago I was listening to NPR in the car when they interviewed Peter Stefan, the funeral director who has custody of Boston Marathon bomber Tamerlan Tsarnaev's body. He was having difficulty finding a cemetery willing to bury the remains (a location was eventually found, though it's not being publicized), and his funeral home was being picketed by people protesting his efforts. My sister wrote a masterful piece about it here using one of my great-grandmother's poems as the backbone:
If every man relieved the pain he saw,
We'd need no glory. Heaven would be here.
The dead find peace in their long night of sleep;
But children live, and life cuts sharp and deep.
-Eva Willes Wangsgaard, "Dust is Kind"
This past week has been abnormally warm in the Spokane area, like twenty-degrees-above-average, among-the-hottest-places-in-the-continental-United-States-which-is-really-weird-for-Washington warm. I'm not complaining, but in these northern climes, it's hard to go from the 60s to the 80s overnight. It's gloriously sunny, but we're roasting here!
|Screen capture from weather.com|