1. I like Joe Biden. I think the Obama campaign made an excellent choice. Joe has several things Obama doesn’t have, one of which is a sense of humor that plays well to large crowds! He’s funny. I haven’t noticed Barack Obama being funny, but I think that’s because he too careful to be funny, like the way some people approach first dates. Joe’s funny. I like funny.
2. If you’re planning a wedding these days, I think you can pretty much name your price for services like photography, catering, etc. The economy is bad, no one’s spending any money, and the wedding industry is hurting, too. I cast out a few emails to some wedding photographers for our party in September (this is our big chance to get some really good, professional photos of ourselves as a new couple). And then I couldn’t get rid of these people! I kept getting emails and phone calls from these photographers who kept saying I should book soon before their schedule filled up. That line works once, but after the fifth contact attempt, you look desperate no matter what you say. This seems to be the right climate in which to be planning a big party. Just name your price.
3. Chicago had dry weather all week. Our company picnic was scheduled for Friday, 11:00 a.m to 2:30 p.m. I worked on the picnic committee for weeks and we anxiously watched the weather forecast, which predicted rain for Friday and Saturday. Rain on Friday, after a whole week of mockingly dry, clear weather? Finally, that morning, it dawned bright and humid. Yay! It had never rained and the ground was perfectly dry. We’d have our picnic!
I signed up to play the first games, which were all physical: three-legged race, egg-in-spoon relay, pass-the-sand. Incredibly, I was on the winning team each time! People started to say that Regina was the secret weapon. Is it because I work out every day and not everyone does? Was it my picnic enthusiasm and joy that the weather had held? I don’t know, but I was on fire. In the raffle, I even won the prize I had my eye on: an overnight stay at a local hotel. What a great day. And there were more game to come.
Then, at 12:30 p.m, as I finished my first bowl of ice cream, the rain started. At 1:00 p.m. the thunder joined in and we had to abandon the picnic. In a full downpour, we dejectedly took down all the games, packed up all the prizes and slumped back to work.
Then at 2:00 p.m. — too late to matter — the rain stopped, the sun came back out and it went back to being bright and clear. It never even rained on Saturday, the other day it was supposed to rain. It was clear skies before the picnic and clear skies after the picnic. The only hour it rained all week, was that one hour it took to ruin our picnic.
Unbelievable. I was so disappointed. Does this confirm that it’s a godless, random universe or that there is a “God” and he’s a rotten b@#$%^?