Wrap the reins to park in town
Things were better in the old days. Why, when you went to town, you just threw the reins around the nearest hitching post. No parking meters. A warm leather seat waiting when you got back from the visit to the bank, or the hotel, or the newspaper office. People waving, real friendly like. Trains with whistles that went slow enough for you and your mount to run alongside, or jump aboard if the whim struck. Hats that never blew off, even in a full speed run down the highways and byways.
Watching an old John Wayne movie. Great fun, for the whole family, if you aren’t one to flinch at wildly thrown punches. And music; orchestral music, all the time. Better than a radio, because there are no ads… just like CBC2 back in the good budget days.
In contrast, I put the iPad into Netflix mode this afternoon, watching a Jason Statham movie called Blitz. Rough world, that London city. So much for the myth that nobody uses guns. And the cars were all expensive. Mind you, that goes with Statham movies. He does get to do a lot of driving, no matter what the movie. With headphones and close view of my personal wide screen, the experience left me feeling that life is rough, even when people have plummy accents.
Enough rain over the last few days that I had to put the pool on drain for a while this afternoon. No water consumption warnings posted by the city, this year. If the sun returns, I’ll mow the hay… err, lawn.
