All breathing fine

When our boys were little, Bob/Dad was in charge of their allowances. I rudely called it paying them for breathing. It was a Saturday thing, and a way to encourage them to save. I'll never forget a tearful firstborn who thought Dad had cheated him with a paper dollar instead of coins. To a small child, more coins mean more money. Bob had gone back to the paper or his breakfast or something, and when I noticed big tears about to fall, I asked our firstborn, "Did Daddy cheat you?" "Uh-huh" was the sad reply. So, Bob traded back. And we waited a few more years before paying the allowance in paper money.

Paying them for breathing, somehow turned into checking on their breathing. Having received no calls or emails in a few days, I took the initiative to call them, and Bob got on the phone to chime in, and let them know mom was checking for good breathing.

Ben was doing fine. Maybe he will eat lunch with us tomorrow. James was pondering rejection for a credit card. And confessed he had talked to a certain young lady for two hours yesterday by phone. And that he had taken the bags of Halloween candy to the old veterans home to distribute when he received no trick or treaters. That was nice of him. We hope he did not put some old person into a diabetic coma. Andy was out shopping, and he said that in Ohio the Ohioans trick or treat on Thursday instead of Friday, the 31st. What is up with that? Hope they vote on time.

Time to play Scrabble.

Great Movie

Last night I clicked on Atlas' movie, "Jamaca Inn" introducing a very young Maureen O'Hara, and the evil Charles Laughton. A movie made in 1939. Great movie. Thanks, Atlas.

Things are pretty quiet around here, and after a game of Scrabble (Bob won, 256-249), we sit around reading blogs until time to go to bed. Bob would probably sit around until midnight reading blogs if I did not nag him that we need to go to bed because we have church in the morning. And we'd like to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for that song service. (snork) (Don't get me started on my opinion of "praise" seven-eleven songs---eleven words repeated seven times, and including more "I"s than thanks or praise to God)

Man, they put Maureen O'Hara through the wringer with that first movie. Ocean swim, horseback riding, hiding in a cave, and being tied up. Yikes. I wonder how old she was when she made that movie, and where was it filmed?

Time to get cleaned up for church. More later.

Update: Later, we ate lunch, and Bob went to Carrollton to check on a Business Continuity drill. It got up to 83 degrees inside the house, and I was watching the weather websites and saw that the cold front was almost here...so we played Scrabble Sunday night, and Bob bingo-ed twice and beat me 336 to 233. Ben dropped by to get his mail from Alpine. The wind picked up, and we had to close windows before going to bed.