The relevance of historical bios
Maybe I should put an end to watching “historical biographies” on TV. After all, the chances that what I learn is more factually correct than what I picked up along the way is not important. By the time someone is subject of such effort, their time among us is done. This evening, a movie about Churchill. The famous “Peace sign” guy, who inspired a generation of hippies (I think).
Apparently he had an important job during some war from before I was born, and his job involved politics. That is the “sum and substance” of the movie’s content. I don’t know the man (any better than before), and I could have watched some Christmas tale involving Tim Allen, or that Elf fellow. You see…
The storm hasn’t subsided. I did get out to shovel (and learn that remotely started car doesn’t care about my air quality). Later, I went for groceries, followed by a poutine run through streets plowed at random. Good chance to test my ability to “jump high piles of snow” with those expensive tires and mag wheels. Didn’t get stuck, even if I deserved to.
The dog has donned some sort of bell embellished collar. Seasonal. If I could transplant antlers, he could get a bit part in one of those seasonal movies. He seems confused by the whole affair.
Trying to decide when will be the best time to prepare the holiday meal. Son #3 has a full work schedule, and the other two haven’t joined up at the gravy train for years.
