Monday, Monday

Randomness for today.

Had a dream last night that I was chaperoning a school trip in Singapore (which didn’t look at all like Singapore but more like Toledo), but I lost the kids and couldn’t find my hotel. The point that I lost the kids was when we were on a tour through a Buddhist temple where everybody had to step on huge flakes of gold to make their way across a moving floor. When I was looking down, I realized the moving floor was made out of Honey Nut Cheerios boxes. While I was distracted by that, the kids took off. Not sure how to parse that 🙂

The arrogance of the NRA telling doctors they should “stay in their lane” and not get involved in the conversation for #GunControlNow is astounding. I’d like any NRA executive to spend a day in an ER with a doctor who’s pulling bullets out of young people, and then see what they say.

Was in a meeting today where somebody said “during the week of American Thanksgiving” which struck me as funny – but of course, our Canadian friends have a different (and many would say better) Thanksgiving.

If I had an office in a tall building overlooking a busy harbor, I would never get anything done – because I would spend all day watching boats come and go.

Was going through vacation pictures with DiaryMistress last night and looking at pictures from Venice – the one below was from a family who was moving, and of course – they were moving all their belongings by boat (as you do, I guess, when you live in Venice).

Reminded us of Busytown and Richard Scarry – some of our favorite books when our kids were little.

If you’ve never seen the movie Pane E Tulipani – which is set in Venice – it’s a good one, try it out.

Accordions are a fascinating instrument, and I am really impressed by anyone who can play one – it seems really complex and difficult!

Was also in a conference call today where somebody flushed the toilet while everybody else was talking. It was a loud and long enough flush that everybody had to stop talking and wait for the flushing noise to die down. Really people should learn to mute.

And now that this entry has devolved from interpreting dreams to office toilet etiquette, I shall call fin.