Lights and walls
Enough of today has passed that I can make a stab at a recap. There was a leisurely trip to the supermarket, where I found the base ingredients for a good feed of ribs. Then, a leisurely session of “low and slow” cooking, while I watched another easy win by the local university football team. Later, a leisurely meal of my own effort.
Last year, during that seminar, we were told that retired life was “a little like Saturday, every day”. They were right! Oh, wait; today IS Saturday, and one day is an insufficient sample for valid statistical analysis… Guess that I’m going to have to continue my research.
Why is it that those foolish lights (outdoor, beneath the eaves) are burned out again? We only turn them on when it gets dark outside. Didn’t Ripley document a lightbulb that lit the interior of some barn for decades? After a quick bit of research (those of us who are among the relaxed class has time for such things), it seems that one bulb (the original outlier) has continued to shine for more than 110 years! And I can’t get through a whole season without dragging an oversized ladder outside to test my acrophobia.
Working my way through a set of texts by Thomas Cahill, and realizing that I “don’t know much about a whole bunch of stuff”, including cultural history. Thankfully, my next MOOC is scheduled for Monday, and several weeks from now I’ll have enough knowledge about Hadrian’s Wall to bore both friends and acquaintances. After that course, I might even learn how to build my OWN wall…
