Fix via replacement
Getting old comes at a cost. Too many hours spent trying to decide what I should simply purchase to replace broken things. Today, a bike seat post. Works well, with the current saddle. And not so much with a newer saddle. All a question of angles, really.
I’m waiting on some penetrating oil. Works on other things, so why not with a small screw that would allow me to readjust the seat angle. And here’s the thing. A new post is worth less than $30, along with my sanity.
My last paternal aunt has passed to the next chapter of her history. And what do I notice? The misspelled names of siblings in her obituary. I didn’t write the text, or submit it. I’m just doomed to notice the details. For the rest of my life. I really should write one up, for me. With the correct names and birth order. Just so that someone else won’t go through this.
At least there’s a decent moving on (Netflix?) this evening. I’ve seen it, several times, but it’s set in our part of the planet, and the cast are stars in my sky. The name of the movie? Right. The Grand Seduction. The English version, although the parallel Quebec version is just as good. I’m listening, while I write, and soon I’ll take my place on the couch where I can convince myself that I’m elsewhere for an hour or two.
It doesn’t affect me, but right now I can’t go to England. We’re not as welcome as other countries, and I have to wonder who was insulted at the last big summit.
