Osler's Razor

It's about 6ish in the morning, and I woke up in the middle of a very odd dream. I was trying to catch Brian McKinney, a Baylor freshman who sold me a set of Cutco knives, with a net. I was mostly unsuccessful, since the net was very small and he was fending me off with two large handbells.

Which reminded me that in starting this blog, I promised all of you "Musings, rants, recipes, repressed memories, haiku, and drivel." Let's do a quick inventory:

Musings-- check.
Rants-- oh, yes.
Recipes-- a couple, anyways.
Haiku-- an inexplicably large amount of haiku.
Drivel-- a truckful.
Repressed memories-- not a one.

Fortunately, the McKinney/net episode did bring up a memory I have successfully repressed to this point. When I was in grade school, my parents employed a witch as our babysitter. By that, I don't mean that she was mean (she was quite kind), but that she actually practiced witchcraft-- she took lessons in it. One day, the witch took my brother and I to see the movie "Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang," which featured a terrifying character, the "Kid Catcher," who captured children in a big net. I was really scared of the kid catcher, and it kind of ruined the movie. My Mom was supposed to pick us up after the movie (the witch was only 15), so we were standing outside the theater waiting and secretly fearing the kid catcher when the town's dog catcher pulled up in his caged truck. We didn't have time to run before he came out of the truck and asked "are you the Oslers?"

As it turns out, my Mom's car had broken down and the police had sent the dog catcher to get us-- but believe me, we were NOT easy to catch.