Finally got to watch A Man Called Otto. A real tearjerker. Otto is “the world’s grumpiest man”. While watching I realized the story of Otto and neighbor Marisol is quite similar to the story of me and cmy coworker Angie. Many amazing coincidences. I texted Angie and she watched the movie that same day.
She brings him food.
She speaks more than one language.
She has two daughters and is pregnant.
A new vehicle is involved.
Otto thinks Marisol does a great job running her family.
Otto teaches her an important task.
Marisol doesn’t put up with Otto’s foolishness.
Otto is a creature of routine.
Otto worked for a steel company.
Marisol has a WASP husband.
My greatest fear is that I am too much like Otto. If not on the outside, then at least on the inside. The movie is an opportunity for me to be more positive, more friendly, more giving, less critical. Being right is no good if it drives a wedge between relationships. Like Otto, this is a daily fight. Some may see Otto as being right about many of the things he argues about, but that is completely missing the point / being too much like Otto.
On Friday night C cooked Mexican. M made a burrito but never ate it. Meanwhile W&MC went to Olive Garden in Smyrna with brother-in-law Thomas & Holly. W and Thomas ordered the same thing, but only Will got food poisoning. He was sick all day Saturday.
Up early Saturday to play golf. The idea is to tee off shortly after sunrise, before the course gets crowded, so I can take my time, relax, enjoy the morning and golf. Birds chirping. It was light by 6:30. I arrived, chatted with the course marshal. Put on my socks and shoes. Went down to the first tee and hit six shots (more than usual because most were bad). Finished the round by 8:15.
From there I drove to the office to pay bills, organize files, and complete several other personal tasks. By 11:30 am I was about halfway done with the project. Drove to Avalon in Alpharetta to get C a Mother’s Day present. Parking lots were full. Lots of traffic on the way home. Drove up to the house just as C was leaving to go to MC’s party. I did housework and watched the movie A Man Called Otto. Very good. Later I took a nap and watched part of Murder Mystery 2. Also good. Drove up to Pine Straw Plaza twice, once to get more mother’s day goodies and later to pick up photos for C. Leftover Pappasitos for lunch.
Saturday evening we ate at my other friend Reid’s house. His wife Noelle is quite the hostess. Sunday school classmates Gee and Jane told how they’d met in Tawain, and about moving to the US. Reid grilled steak kabobs. Gee brought “Tiger Balls” – a Tawainese ground pork dish. Also rice, salad, fruit, brownies, and ice cream. Such fun that we didn’t get home until almost eleven.
After Sunday School we picked up M and drove down to A&C’s. W&MC and Shivonne joined us. Caleb grilled steak. Also salmon, cheesy mashed potatoes, grilled broccoli, carmelized onions. M made huge cinnamon rolls for dessert. A fun time. Home to nap and TV golf. Later Doctor Cha.
Ran at the gym this morning. After work I met former coworker Randy at Medlock Tavern for a burger.
SANDY KOUFAX [SABR Bio] ended his World Series career with a record low ERA of 0.95 in 57 innings. Madison Bumgarner broke his record with a 0.25 ERA. At the end of his career Sandy led the NL in ERA a record five seasons: 1962-1966 (2.54, 1.88, 1.74, 2.04, 1.73 respectively). He is an alum of the University of Cincinnati. In his first season (1955), Koufax had 12 plate attempts and struck out 12 times - an OPS+ of -100. That’s the lowest possible, meaning that he was worse batting than 100% of all other hitters. He also posted another -100 OPS in 1957 when he went 0-26 with 18 strikeouts.
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