Last Night’s Dream Sequence
I woke up at 5:30 am clearly remembering what I had just dreamed. In the dream, I got a chance to use the video on my Coolpix camera. The video was about people flying through the air during a storm. (You can see one of the elements coming from the tropical storm news reports from the Philippines.)
What made this different was the ability to enter the scene and watch the bodies silhouetted by a spotlight behind my previous position. Sounds complicated, doesn’t it?
In fact, I could not see the whole series of images until I replayed the video afterwards.
Mary Poppins Returns
Then I remembered that I’d seen a preview of Mary Poppins Returns during the 70th Emmy Awards show last night. It seems, in my dream, that I might have witnessed one of their action sequences. Stranger things have happened.
The last part involved a veteran actress saying that they wished they had better weather in Britain. Really?
When you’ve done your best to keep quiet, and it hasn’t done you any good, you ‘flip’.
That seems to be what happened to Paul Manafort. And he has to have something to say that’s worthwhile to Robert Mueller’s investigation into Russian meddling in the 2016 Presidential election, or he wouldn’t have agreed to a plea deal.
So, where does that leave 45: in the middle of the swamp, himself? He doesn’t seem to know how to pick ‘good’ people, although he calls everyone he fires, a ‘good person’.
From the Outset
As we have seen, this was always a bit suspicious. (The New York Times called it on August 14, 2016…)
I, for one, never dreamed Trump would get that far. But the American people decided otherwise (through their complicated Electoral College). Friends whose opinions I respect think that Hillary Clinton would have been a worse President. But that’s water under the bridge now.
I can only wonder what will happen next.
Adults Don’t See the Same Things Children Do
In the mid-50’s we had a 1951 Chevy. These days I’m not sure which model it was (it looked like the picture above), but we had it from 1955-1960. Then something went wrong with it.
Looking back on family correspondence between our father and his father, we came across a short discussion about our new car, which our grandfather had bought for us. In the letter, he told our father to make sure that there was enough engine oil every time he got gas, and to get it topped up if it was running low. Clue…
Anyway, whatever happened to the car, I suspect it was scrapped.
In 1960, we were doing our usual Saturday trip into Huntsville from Windermere (for shopping and laundry) in our new Austin A40. I was allowed to wander about. I came across our old car! Just to make sure, I opened the back door and checked in the side pocket (people didn’t lock their cars in those days): I found a dinky toy that I’d left there. That’s how I ‘knew’ it was our car.
I ran back to the laundromat and told our Mom. She came out to see where it was parked. Upon inspection (of the outside), she told me it wasn’t our old car, and returned to the laundromat.
That’s when I realized that children see things differently: they are closer to the ground, so small details are available to them.
The following scene played out between John Candy and Macauley Culkin in Uncle Buck speaks to the fact that it’s a kid’s job to notice things…