A change in routine
The last couple of evenings have been very different; my mother and my sister have stopped in to visit, and I haven’t done “the family thing” in ages. We’re like an old comedy team that hasn’t forgotten its routines. The timing is a bit off, but a couple more tries and we could take this tour on the road.
Actually, they’re taking it on the road tomorrow morning, without me. I have other contractual engagements, so I’m going to miss out on the eastern section of the world tour. I’ll be with them in spirit, thought, and my own leg of the summer show will begin in a few days. I’m taking the farm team with me. Including the trained circus animal. One of the performers is still young, but with a few decades, he’ll be in a position to repeat the same style of show; with the exception that since he has no sisters, he’ll have to do the jokes with his brothers as straight characters.
On other tacks, I saw a car radio that decided to stop CDing. Now, all the poor machine does is tell my sister to “CHECK CD”, twenty-four hours a day. I tried popping out the fuse, but in a GM product there are two sets of fuses, and neither seems to be responsible only for radios. Imagine fuses as corporate managers. I had them out, lying on the pavement, but the radio soldiered onwards. Too bad, because they have a few hours of road ahead. Guess they’ll have to sing old country and western songs to avoid the boredom of northern NB.
