Cinematic ties
There are important cultural ties between here and the Motherland; Britain. And the best place to see the similarities is in cinema. We can’t avoid it, actually. Too many outlets that tie to my TV.
We used to depend on our closest PBS station for “content opportunities”. Some of my preferred: Robin Of Sherwood and Ballykissangel. Gave me what I wanted, musically and visually.
Now, I live in the Netflix variations. Binge watching, of Midsomer Murders and Foyle’s War. Sprints involving The Tudors and Downton Abbey. Nary a laugh track to steal the dramatic moments. Hours and hours of my life, in worlds where language is more important than anything else. And I’m good with that.
Son #1 stopped by, this afternoon. He’s got glasses. I’ve had mine from back when my age was quoted in single digit terms, so he’s a late adaptor. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the improved view and protection from flying particles, as a tradeoff to foggy intermissions.
The back deck is snow free. The lawn is snow free. Due to a concerted effort by son #3, the front yard barely gives up a trace that a dog hangs out around the place. All is good.
We’re firming up travel plans for next week. I decided to “test” phone battery life, yesterday, by starting the device at 04h30 and leaving it active until 22h30; impressive, if all I want is a gadget in standby mode. I’ll have to pack a couple of charge options and an auxilary battery pack before I call things “good to go”. Next up, a camera with similar accessories. No getting caught with a dead shutter after only seven clicks, like back in September.
