For what it's worth...

     To paraphrase...."Because energy cannot be created out of nothing, one of the partners in a... pair will have positive energy and the other partner negative energy.  The one with negative energy is condemned to be a short -lived virtual particle because real particles always have positive energy in normal situations. ...The gravitational field inside a black hole is so strong that even a real particle can have negative energy there. It is possible, if a black hole is present, for the particle with negative energy to fall into the black hole and become a real particle.  It then no longer has to annihilate its partner.  But its forsaken partner may fall into the black hole as well."

V-8 I Hate You!

Oh, Campbell's Company, If you're going to use a two-part screw cap on your product, would you please cut through enough of the plastic so that a person doesn't dislocate a wrist before realizing you need to use an Exacto knife to cut through the two joined pieces.  Or go back to  standard one-piece caps, though the plastic safety seals over those were problematic also.  You have people---designers---put them to work!

About A Boy

   There he was again, a blond-haired version this time, bounding up to walk beside  me in the throng of people all heading in the same direction, for a charity walk of some kind, most likely.  He walked with me for a short while, but I told him he needed to join his father, who was walking a distance ahead.  He was not yet tall enough to see far in front of us, but I pointed out the direction and he sped off, threading his way through the crowd.  I kept walking, at my own pace.

Pickin' Post Script

As of today, no more old half-inflated balls to kick around.  Basketballs, that is, 6 of them.

Dream Morph Generation Gap

  I had brought the 2 boys to their appointments, on different floors of a large medical complex.  I dropped the older off and brought the younger to his.  When we finished, I went to pick up the older at his office.  I looked in  the waiting room, but he wasn't there. His doctor, smiling and in conversation with another, said he probably went downstairs somewhere.  I was appalled; how could they let a child just leave?  (Remember, this is a dream.)
    I searched through the building and finally found him sitting at a table with other young people about his age.  He saw me but didn't want to acknowledge me.  "Oh, well," I thought, "he's with his friends, and he's growing up."  I noticed as I walked behind him, both of us wordless, that he seemed taller and heavier and that his hair was styled long on the top and short on the sides, almost an undercut.  So I figured, as I walked on one side of the walkway, and he kept to the other, that at the end he would join me, and he would revert to his usual self.  But that didn't happen.  He kept walking away.

For the Pickin'

   Today, on the lawn.    One day only.
             A box of assorted auto/lawn/miscellaneous supplies from the basement.
             An assortment of 11 florist's vases----5 remaining
             A working but grimy Toaster Oven
             Half a dozen old pots and pans and a faucet head
            2 windows with aluminum frames---have a third, but didn't get it out yet
  Wait til next weekend.

Is it just me?

    Is it not a horrible song?  On "The Voice" tonight, a young girl contestant sang Bieber's "Love Yourself."  She sang it as sweetly and sincerely as she possibly could, making it her own, as the judges are wont to say. My interpretation of the song is that the singer is telling the ex to go f**k yourself.  I mean, isn't that pretty obvious?

Too bad, in any case

A conversation with a girl who was young a long time ago now:
She, an avowed animal lover, had just watched some show featuring seals, and their cute and endearing antics.
 "I'd love to have one for a pet," she said.  "But it's too bad they have 4 legs."
I attempted to correct her.  "You mean it's too bad they DON'T have 4 legs."
 "Well, no," she responded, looking a little confused, " I don't want to say that,  because they don't have 4 legs. But I wish they did."
 
 

The Waste Land

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain."