My landlady was happy on the weekend.  She acquired (or rather, re-acquired) yet another lock.  A bit loony about locks, that woman.  There are four locks on the front and back doors, locks on all bedroom and bathroom doors, even two locks on the door leading from the house to the garage, despite the rolldown garage door usually being closed.  Recently she went further and installed a gadget with a padlock on the gate to the front porch.  Especially absurd, that one, because it’s very easy to just climb over the gate.  (If someone used it to break in, she reasoned, they’d be able to get fingerprints.  Hmmm.)

Sister, Older Son and I frequently climb over the gate rather than bothering to go back inside and get the key, hanging on the kitchen wall.  Those lazy boys always peek out the door in the morning, see it’s locked and go back for the key.

Well, a couple of weeks ago the lock in the front doorknob jammed.  I was the first to discover it but everyone in the house (except the Old Lady) had to have a go at it, from both inside and outside, with and without the key.  After several days of us all having to exit and enter via the garage, Husband just removed the entire doorknob.  I thought he’d quickly get a replacement.  He didn’t.  So the Landlady finally lost patience and summoned a locksmith.  All better now and we can sleep more comfortably at night again.

I asked her if she’d ever heard of anyone breaking into a house in the neighborhood.  She hadn’t.  Hmmmm, again.

But she and several others in the house were also not too happy with one of the recent developments.  Handsome Son received a rejection notice from UH-Manoa!  I’d thought a Damien grad would almost automatically gain admission.  Not so.  What’s the use of going to a posh establishment like that if you can’t even get into UH.  Well, he’s now  thinking about going to Washington State.  He will be missed if so, and I’ll especially miss the fun of seeing him on the Manoa campus.  It’s not fair, not fair at all.

Speaking of not fair, I suppose I should just keep silent about things political, despite it being utterly inescapable this year.  And, sigh, still so many months to go.  But I am especially irked by Hillary’s current strategy of slurring Obama for being a good speaker.  Hell, he’s not just good, he’s great.  The best American politician with speeches since Kennedy.  Maybe Obama, like JFK,  just has a knack for attracting fine speechwriters.  But the delivery is as important, perhaps even moreso, than the words used.  Give one of Obama’s best speeches to Bush2 for delivery and prepare to cringe. 

Okay, I’ll try to keep my political rants to a minimum.  Readers would no doubt find that as boring as my continuing rambling about games.