The weather early in the morning is a bit chilly, I went to Kiwanis with two layers of sweaters. A little later in the morning, when I was trundling my cart out to Walmart's car park it was in the 80s.
Driving out of said car park I stopped to take this photo of a new eating place about to open. You can see from the photo what a lovely summer's day it was.
I think I saw somewhere that it was 'gourmet' Chinese, I look forward to it opening. I didn't think there was a significant Chinese population here, but heard that Oklahoma Baptist University has been expanding with new buildings, and I understand they now have a large body of Chinese students. Perhaps that is who this restaurant is hoping to cater to.
I think I am going to call this little segment 'US Justice' and will leave you to form your own conclusions.
A home invader is what they call a burglar who breaks into a house when the owner is inside and asleep. And this is such a stupid thing to do on so many levels. In a state where 99% of the population has a gun and takes no prisoners, what - I asked myself - was this idiot thinking. He would have had more success, and less chance of fatal injuries, trying to rob a bank. And the returns would have been higher. And the guy who shot him is facing no repercussions whatever.
This spoiled kid ran amok with his (wealthy) grandmother's credit card, racking up thousands of dollars in debt, then went to a loan shark to try and pay it off. When that didn't solve his problems he - as it says - killed his parents and his sister to inherit the family money.
We all know that in Britain he would at least have a psychological evaluation, but in this country, in this state, there's no such thing. There will be no ifs and buts and maybes, he will get the death sentence.
Our Kiwanis speaker this morning was from the Water Department, talking mainly about how much water is wasted in Oklahoma. I threw in my two pennorth when the subject was opened up for debate, saying that in Britain where water is so scarce that if we have more than a week of dry weather a hose pipe ban is enforced, and no one can water their gardens, so we have taken to hard landscaping our gardens. They were certainly doing that in my neighbourhood in Seaford. He just muttered something about the US being "behind the times".
This evening Pattisue rang to suggest the movies, she wanted to see "The Good Lie". I wasn't over excited, but I came round. It was a lovely film, and am so glad she suggested it and I went along.
Rather than try and tell you what it was about I've copied this review of it.
The Good Lie is essentially three films in one. The opening act is set in South Sudan, where a group of children are left to their own devices when civil war ravages the area in the early 1990s. They embark on a perilous journey to safety, which will see their ranks shrink to four by the time they reach the refugee camp that becomes their home.
Act 2 takes place a decade later, when the four young adults win the lottery – the prize being a flight to the U.S., the cost of which they will have to reimburse the American government.
Abital (Kuoth Wiel) is sent to Boston while her brother Mamere (Arnold Oceng), Jeremiah (Ger Duany) and Paul (Emmanuel Jal) end up in Kansas, where they are met by employment agency counsellor Carrie Davis (Witherspoon).
Hilarity ensues as the three adapt to their new surroundings. But Falardeau never loses sight of his goal, using the humour to highlight poignant truths about the vulnerable humanity of his central characters.
When the guys lay their mattresses side by side on the living room floor, or laugh hysterically at the oldest joke in the book (why did the chicken cross the road) it’s both funny and moving, revealing the deep affection that bonds them together and which has helped them survive great hardship.
Things get convoluted in the homestretch, as the movie tries to tie up every loose end in overly tidy fashion; a good 15 minutes could have been shaved off the nearly two-hour running time. That said, try not to shed a tear as these gentle souls struggle to find their place in the world.
Falardeau’s heart, as always, is in the right place. And he impresses by weaving together such a tonally complex narrative without making any major missteps.
As I said, it was very good.
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