Archive for July 19th, 2011
Things were looking up Sunday afternoon. The Reds won a big game against their evil divisional nemesis, the St. Louis Cardinals, and the US Women’s football…er…soccer team was mere minutes away from winning another World Cup.
Obviously, we all know what happened there.
Then Monday came around. Time to get back on the uphill swing, right? Well, not quite. The Reds lost in a game twice delayed by rain. They had 3, count them, 3 hits and even more frustratingly, left 9 on base. Oy.
But that’s not the worst thing. Borders also announced that the End is Nigh for the company. All 399 remaining stores (including the one near me that at least seemed pretty busy most of the time) will be closed by September 30th, and the remaining workforce will be laid off. This is terrible and terribly sad news both for the employees involved as well as anyone with so much as even a passing interest in books.
I’m going to miss my Borders. I remember once, many years ago, finding myself in the condition of having been somewhat over served—accidentally of course—at an outing with the guys. I happened to be right next door to a Borders while I waited for a ride, and thus had the opportunity to spend some quality time with a very large Americano and a book by Jonathan Kellerman. It was my first encounter with either, and I’ve since grown to appreciate both. For that, I have Borders to thank. So I’ll be pouring out a few ounces of espresso for the company come October.
And so far today? Well, there’s this business with Murdoch and the pies. I don’t even know what to think about that.
So I found myself thinking, “Self, you could us a little good energy here.” And then, as if by fate, the Puddinette sent me this picture:
That’s my little Princess Puddinette, making a show of the gap where her two front teeth used to be. The first fell out on Sunday. The second, apparently the more stubborn of the pair, came out at swim lessons today. She’s going to be visited by the Tooth Fairy tonight, for the second time in three nights, and she’s clearly pleased as punch about it.
The underlying point here is that no matter what you think is important, bad news from the sporting, business, or political worlds can always be out-shined by the smallest of individual victories or a moment or two of personal good fortune.
My daughter’s happy, which makes me happy. That doesn’t make the hard parts of life go away, of course, but the world is easier to conquer with a light heart and a wolfish, Han Solo grin.