Hay Pillows

I was driving past the longhorn ranch near my house today, and one of the cows was resting her head on the top of the hay pile. I’m not sure if she was eating and then got tired, or if she went to the hay pile with the sole intention of resting her head on it. I’m sure those horns get heavy after a while, so it’s hard to blame her for wanting to give her neck muscles a rest. But it was still funny to see her neck stretched out, her head using the hay pile as a pillow.

Lara Lor-Van

I've been slogging my way through the DC Universe lately, and as I watched the Man of Steel, I realized something. At some point, Clark meets a holographic image of his birth father, Jor El. Jor El proceeds to tell Clark all about Krypton's history up to its last days. But he doesn't really tell him anything about his family. In fact, he doesn't even show him a picture of his birth mother, Lara Lor-Van. Clark knows what Jor El looks like, because he's looking at him, but Jor El didn't think to store a single image of Clark's mother?! I would think Clark would want to know what his birth mother looked like, but apparently Jor El didn't think that was important. In fact, it doesn't seem to bother Clark either. He goes back and tells his mother, Martha, about meeting his birth father, but doesn't mention his birth mother. And Martha never asks.

I started to think back about other Superman movies I had seen in the past, and I realized that none of them feature Clark's mother other than in flashbacks. Only ever Jor El. I find that incredibly odd. Didn't Clark ever wonder?

Co-Sleeping...ish

I read an article that said not to stay with your kid at night until he falls asleep. But it didn't said anything about the scenario where the parent falls asleep, only to wake up and have the kid be staring at you.

Mutton Chops

I was tired of all of the silver hair in my beard, so I decided to trim it out with the scissors this morning. By the time I was done, I was left with only a soul patch and mutton chops. I think I should have dyed it instead.

Mirrored Tears

Today, I splashed a little water on the mirror when I was drying my hands. I stood there and watched as the little trickle of water snaked its way down the smooth reflective surface. I suddenly had a feeling that the mirror was crying, and I reached out to wipe her tears away.

The Good Boy

I passed this good boy on the road today. He got shotgun, and grandma was stuffed in the backseat.

Family Toots

Ever since my spousal unit rolled out her new leek soup recipe, the flatulence level in our house has increased exponentially. It’s so bad, I'm thinking of having t-shirts made for all of us that say, "The Family That Toots Together Stays Together."

Old Mail

On my way to pick up my son from school today, I drove past this house set on a large piece of land. The house was set back to the rear of the property, leaving an expanse of a front yard that’s most likely bigger than my entire property. Being set so far back meant that there was a long winding driveway from the house to the mailbox by the street.

Coming down that driveway at a literal crawl was a small SUV. It stopped next to the mailbox, and an old woman got out of the passenger side. She was tiny bent with age with stringy white hair and a cane. She hobbled to the mailbox, looked inside to retrieve the contents, and then hobbled back to the car. In the driver’s seat, I saw a little old man skinny and frail, gripping the steering wheel and waiting for her. After his wife got back in the car, the little old man backed the SUV back up the winding driveway to the house.

It was adorable to see the old man driving his wife to the mailbox, so she didn’t have to walk all that way. And it was adorable to see this couple still doing things together after all these years. That’s what I want for myself.

The Forecast

Today, we started a two-day landscaping project on our front yard. The weather forecast is calling for a 40% chance of rain tomorrow. Now, normally I wouldn’t give that much thought. We seem to have a magical protective bubble around our area that prevents rain from reaching our grass, so a 40% forecast translates to a less than 1% reality. But given the fact that we actually DON’T want rain this time, I’d say the chance of actuality goes up to 122%. There’s also a 138% chance that it only rains on our house and skips everyone else’s.

UPDATE: It did in fact rain during our project, but at least it waited until the end of the day. And it was after they had put the new sod down, so a positive result after all.