An uncomfortable ride
Still early. No need to rush off and hide under the covers. The Grinch should end soon. I’m not one of those who wait for that yearly playlist of animated fever dreams: Frosty, etc. Fast forward to next year. And bring some new fare, while you’re at it.
The request (to son #3) for a rational choice of channels (with our next service) came down to the following. What we have is useless. What we will likely get is useless. Why not convert the big screen into some sort of cyclical slide show and get back to books? OK. Save an easy grand, in the bargain.
Seriously, it’s time to rethink our media needs. The daily newspaper will not get the renewal nod, and only in part because the plastic delivery box is ready to fall to pieces. We recycle more than we absorb…
I have come across an odd collection of “boxcar riding” videos, this last while. Seems that the boxcar has been replaced by the grain car (due to covered hidey-holes), and most of the riders accept (willingly) to spend hours, even days, bouncing around in cold discomfort before jumping into swampy ditches to await “the next one out”. A fascinating view of marginalization. Most of the videographers use GoPro and such, so the quality is good for the smallest screen you can find.
Tomorrow, I’m getting back on the city bus. A ride to the clinic, and an aversion to paid parking. As long as my departure (from here) isn’t delayed through distraction, things should go “just fine”. I will bring a tablet to ease the waiting time.
