My failure as a corrie-watcher
Silly me. Sat in front of the TV after supper. Didn’t want to find/learn the clicker, so I left the channel where it was. The openin minutes of “Corrie” (is that how the regulars refer to that world?) Decades of storyline, effectively excluding anyone watching randomly. Yes, I could understand the accent, and no, I didn’t have the foggiest about their world.
It’s chilly, locally. Windchill down close to -30C at breakfast time. No, I didn’t go out to feel the pain. I get my weather details from CBC. We’re in for a standard March weekend: snow, rain, quick temperature adjustments. My winter coat didn’t get much use, this last while, but that just means I won’t have to shop for a replacement any time soon. Besides, I can always find enough stuff in the closets to “dress in layers”, or I can keep with my current mode of staying inside where the environment is something from beyond the doorway.
The blue-eyed boy is here for another weekend. Seems that he gets excited about the idea (or is it the uncontrolled access to some other kibble source?) I’d invite another furry beast in, except that the foxes haven’t learned to sneak inside. Give them time.
I’d best check my news feed. Maybe things are evolving… Nope. Our PM is off to enlighten others from his circle of acquaintances. Wants to bring the advice that we should avoid escalation hof hostilities into generalzed war. Did he learn that in PM school? I’m sorry, but as I get older, I realize that the politicians aren’t endowed with super powers or super anything. Just common folks, overpaid to do not much.
Not that I’d want the job. Done my part, and now I’m content to sit back, watch and complain. It’s a generational characteristic. Above all, I’m trying to avoid filling my children with distraction. Let them figure out that there’s never been real alternatives.
