Train use and abuse
That’s one small step, etc. Despite the freezing rain, I did go out in the car, and the first few meters along our sidewalk gave me a mild adductor strain. Enough to make me remember why I much prefer the barefoot joys of summer. Little matter. The roads were properly salted (unlike our sidewalk), and my there and back again in search of another work table just ketp me respectful of speed limits and glad that I don’t drive for a living.
The table assembly involved an Allan key, a small custom wrench, a sheet of diagrams and a memory (is it ancestral) of the Ikea way of doing things. The odds of assembly without at least one or two rounds of “start over again, that can’t be right” are nil. The dog kept a careful eye on things (waiting for me to get out of his space).
Tonight, we finally watched the Johnny Depp take on The Lone Ranger. The music brought back childhood memories of TV and serial books from the school library. The onscreen action? Nothing like how I remembered. Imagine Pirates Of The Caribbean on horseback, if it helps. With over two and a half hours of screen time, frequent use (and abuse) of trains, and a weird scene inside the mine, this comedy was worth the wait.
Just revealed: Baby boomers have nothing to do with high unemployment among the following generations. Yes! I can put away my guilty feelings (and retire at the first opportunity, just because I can).
