Beautiful

I will be the first to admit that I'm a sentimental marshmallow. A couple of weeks ago, I happened upon something wonderful on YouTube. I clicked on a link to a song that I thought was called "Beautiful Gordon" (being related to a very cute person of the same name). Anyway, turns out the song was called "Beautiful," and it was originally performed by Gordon Lightfoot, someone who was way before my time.

I fell in love with the song, and the fact that the singer was a fellow who looked like a happy, bearded Dick Cheney, just made it even better.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZVdw-Rh8gM

When I went back on YouTube to watch the video, I noticed something amazing--a number of video clips from men probably on the downside of 55 who are covering this song. I clicked on them over and over again and heard them singing and playing guitar, resplendent with music and sensitivity that I would never guess from their appearance. Of course, I'm the one with the prejudices and preconceptions, but I love it when I am surprised about people. There is so much more to everyone than meets the eye.

Odds and Ends

So I was looking through Cheeseball's coat pockets this morning, trying to find a paper lunch bag to use (he is the only one of my kids who faithfully brings back his lunch bag) when I find two mini-water guns zipped in a side compartment. I'm pretty sure his school has a zero-tolerance weapon policy; on Halloween, Luke Skywalker can't even bring a light sabre. A little concerned about budding criminality, I asked Cheeeseball about it at the breakfast table. It turns out that his friend had just returned the squirt guns after having them since he and Cheeseball went swimming last summer. At least the weapons exchange was under the radar of the school administration.

On another note, I took the girls to take pictures around Temple Square this weekend. We parked three blocks away (I know; I'm clueless about where I am half the time) and as we walked toward the temple, we passed some of the ubiquitous homeless, one whom was relieving himself in a corner about ten feet away from my four year old girl. Nice! Thankfully no one noticed except me.

Halloween, or a Symphony of Napoleons