Late screening revisited
Following my plan, I stayed up late last evening. Past my normal bedtime. And although the intention was there, I didn’t stay up as long as I had hoped. Try to imagine watching a curling match, direct from Japan. By the sixth end, I was nodding off between each stone. Not for long, but hardly what my body would have permitted when I was younger. I might be in the golden years, if I can remain awake long enough to profit.
Not that it mattered, much. MY team was down, and if the news pages this morning can be trusted, stayed down. Silver is still a precious metal, right? And there’s always next year. If I had input, I’d be putting together a hybrid, super team, now. Ready to affront the masses in three seasons time.
When the dog came to fetch me, just before noon, the disappointment was apparent in his eyes. What about breakfast? What about that crucial opportunity to mark presence in the new-fallen snow? Was this going to be the new trend? If so, he also condemns the fabled golden years. (I think; he doesn’t verbalize well).
I’ve added a copy of that Megan Follows classic, AofGG, to the media library. Hard to believe that thirty years have already passed since our first screening (an immediate Canadian classic). I checked, and she hadn’t aged a day! We need to remember how things were, in that imaginary world. You know; just because.
And schools are closed, tomorrow, on the Island. Will this winter ever end?
