Be Careful for What You Wish

Sand Spider

This particular beastie seems well camouflaged within its environs. It is only with the magic hour light of the setting sun that this much contrast can be extracted from the sands. Small enough to go undetected beneath crushing barefoot feet, it is still a predator and as such it is always on the hunt. I like many people find spiders a wee bit creepy, but it seemed a suitable graphic for this Halloween post.

Yesterday, I was walking at lunch with my work buddy Dan. I don’t remember how we got on this subject, but Dan related to me his jury duty experience. He was on a capital murder trial, here in Saint Louis. He was sequestered, cutoff from the outside world for a week. The trial started on a Monday and they reached a verdict Friday evening. They found the defendant guilty. Writing about his experience, I don’t remember hearing whether or not the death penalty was involved in this trial.

Hearing his story, I told him that I have never been called for jury duty. I’ve been eligible to serve for over forty years, but I’ve never been called. Anne has been called two or three times since we moved to Saint Louis and has even sat in judgement. I must have expressed some interest in serving, because I distinctly remember Dan’s warning, “Be careful for what you wish for.”

Spiders and bats were scary as a child, but what still gives me the willies is unexplained surprises, at least not the pleasant surprises. There was a letter waiting for me when I got home last night, a summons really, a summons to report to jury duty. I hate it when fate plays a trick like this on me. I like most people much prefer the unexpected treat. In December, I will report to the county courthouse. I may be called to serve, or I may not. Sitting in judgement of another person is a truly scary thought to behold on this holiday to fright, even more so on how it came to pass.

Pontiac Moon

Pontiac

The battle of the basement is over, well all except the paying for it. On Friday, the plumbers finished off the last few loose ends. They even moved and hooked-up our washer and dryer, a nice touch.

On Saturday, Anne canvassed for Claire McCaskill (D), the US Senator who is running for reelection in Missouri. Canvassing involves driving to Claire’s campaign headquarters, getting a list of names and then driving and/or walking door-to-door. Anne was in Warson Woods, a tony neighborhood that I’m surprised even sports enough Democrats to be worth worrying about. Anne canvassed for four hours. Unfortunately, Sunday’s Post-Dispatch had a front page article that announced the latest poll. Todd Akin (R), mister “legitimate rape” has recently narrowed the gap considerably. The poll says that he still trails Claire by 2%, but the poll’s margin of error is 4%. What does that mean?

While Anne was being all civil minded, I went bicycling in the park. While riding around the traffic circle in front of the Jewel Box, I almost got flattened three times. The first two times was from the same SUV. While I was going around this traffic circle, this SUV comes up from behind, the husband-driver decided that I was going to turn right and exit the circle, except that I wasn’t. I then had to veered out of his way. He stuttered stopped, but since I had veered, he decided that he had the right of way and pressed on the gas. With no time to get out of his way, I just stopped.

Fortunately for me so did he. With both of us now halted, I proceeded to give him an earful. What diffused the situation was his wife. She had both hands up, palms out and was waggling them in submission. No harm, no foul, so we went our separate ways. I figured that she could much more succinctly express my opinions then any of my expletive laced bleats ever could. Later in this ride I returned to the scene of the crime. This time I was cut off by a New River Church van. At least this driver might have prayed over me.

Tonight is game four of the World Series. The Giants are up 3-0 over the Tigers, so the Tigers are fighting for their lives. Certainly my Michigan outlaws are rooting for the Tigers. Also for sure Reverend Carl, pastor of Church of Baseball is also rooting for the Tigers. He always roots for more over less baseball. Well, dear readers even my Bros are rooting for the Tigers to win tonight and tomorrow night too. These two native Californians have tickets to Game 6 and want to see the Giants clinch at home.

Must See TV

Direct TV Blimp

Last night’s Cardinal game was horrible. The Cards played horribly and it was horrible for a Red Bird fan to watch. At the end of the first four games, the Cardinals were up 3-1 over the Giants. In each of the three subsequent games the Cardinal bats went eerily silent. Combine this with rather lackluster starting pitching and the Cards inevitably quickly fell far behind the Giants in each game. Last night’s game was the worse, ending with a final score of 9-0. The last out was fittingly recorded in a pouring rain. The sky was crying its eyes out. To add insult to injury, late in the game, the San Francisco pitcher chose to bean Matt Holliday in retribution for his too aggressive slide into second, earlier in this series, classy Giants, classy.

Simultaneous with last night’s ball game was the third and final presidential debate. As the Cards started their inexorable slide down to defeat, I started flipping over to the debate. At first I would only switch during a baseball commercial break, or when President Obama was speaking. Eventually though, I was even tuning in to hear Romney speak. Yup, it was that bad last night. 😉

I shouldn’t be so glum though, because the Cardinals have done so much better than expected. They had a grand ride this year. They were good, but they were also lucky. I’ve always said that I rather be lucky than good, and the Cards showed everyone just how good and lucky they are, or were. Last night it was clear that their luck had totally played out. Repeating in consecutive years has become almost unheard of in these modern times. For the Red Birds to have gotten as far as they did is a statement in and of itself. It is just that on Sunday afternoon, I saw the Direct TV blimp circling downtown Saint Louis, just like it would have tomorrow, on the first day of the World Series.

Super Raggedy Anne

Raggedy Anne at Point Iroquois Lighthouse

I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me. – Stuart Smalley

I took this picture with the afore thought of using it to write about Anne. I uploaded it when she began her current long-term substitute position, anticipating a major meltdown. I post it now, because I am married to a super heroine, albeit one with unusual super powers. “Stupid”, was her word, but I think that different is more accurate. She has not failed, but rather is thriving.

Anne is settling in well with her fourth grade long-term substitute assignment. She successfully navigated last week’s field trip to the Arch. No child left behind and a whole lot of great education came to pass. This post centers about an incident that occurred in a subsequent teacher’s meeting, between Anne and the other three fourth grade teachers.

Long term friends and certainly relatives should be familiar with Anne’s proclivity with prime numbers. Apparently this talent also extends to her ability to recite from memory obscure, eleven character alpha-numeric passwords. Anne and the other three teachers were meeting and needed to access a password protected file. Much to the amazement of her co-workers, Anne was able to recite said password from memory.

Anne gave her kids a quiz on the explorers section that they have been working on in social studies. One of the questions asked the students, “Which continent was Marco Polo born on?” The correct answer was Europe, but a distressingly large number of the pupils answered Italy. She later decided that either they misunderstood the question, or they didn’t read it very carefully. I say it is better to be in country than to be in continent.

It’s Hard Being #1

Windows and Reflections

It is hard to be number one. I say this in all honesty and as a cautionary tale to those baseball teams that aspire to snatch the World Championship from the Saint Louis Cardinals. It is hard. You may be good enough to take the title, but will you be good enough to hold on to it? I’m just saying that the traditional Thai curse of the gift of a white elephant is totally relevant and not to be taken lightly.

In last Friday’s game, the Cards failed to clinch the National League Pennant. Now they have to play next to the bay today. If they had won on Friday, things would have been a whole lot simpler today. Between Friday and this Sunday morning, my entire extended family has become unglued. My once trash talking brothers have again started up their terrible chatter. I again had to endure a phone conversation with them that boiled down to, “The Cardinals are going down!”, “Yeah!!”, “Oh, yeah!!!” I find it hard to respond to such well formulated arguments. Meanwhile, my sister-in-law Jane is chomping on the Word Series bit with her Detroit Tigers. Jane calm down. Whether the Red Birds win or lose, whether it takes six games or seven, none of this will bring the World Series sooner even one day. For the record, if the Cardinals should just happen to falter, and not win the pennant then I will switch my allegiance to the Giants, but that’s just silly speech.

OK, I have now successfully pissed off both my family and my in-laws and everyone I know in Saint Louis. But wait, there is more. In this dilemma, I thought about appealing to a higher authority, not the baseball commissioner or even the owners, but Reverend Carl of the Church of Baseball. Rev. Carl has always been most ecumenical when it came to baseball. In any playoff series, he has always rooted for the underdog and the extension of that series to its fulfillment.

His recent snail mail missive praised the Cardinals, with the exception of his signoff, “It’s not fair.” I’ll tell you what’s not fair Carl, you be stuck with the Mariners. Move to Saint Louis. See the light. Live within easy driving distance of dozens of ball teams. You know you want to. 👿

Maybe the problem is that the Cards are becoming too much like the Yankees. Not like this year, but over the long haul. The Yankees have far and a way the most championships and everyone hates them for it, but the Cards are second. The Yankees also have the most pennants, but the Cardinals, Giants and the Dodgers are all tied up for number two. This year will edge one team into overall pennant second place.

As I’ve said, it’s hard being number one. The Red Birds are still up to the challenge. Besides today they have a special reason to clinch the pennant. Today is Jay’s birthday. Sorry about trying to lure your husband to greener pastures. Can’t we all just get along? I’m sure a Cardinal pennant would make a lovely birthday present. Happy Birthday, Jay!

GO CARDS!!