Please, call back
To the enterprising young man that phoned earlier, referring to me as “Grandpa” and asking if I still remembered him: please call back. I have so many questions. Are we related through your mother or father? Have you met my dog? Do you like long swims off a short pier? As a genealogist, I’m always seeking new family connections, and you could add a whole (as yet unexplored) limb to my research tree. Please, call back. After all those calls about my iPhone headed for China, I need some comic relief.
Details for today: the final Derry Girls episode is airing today. Should I use the past tense? Hard to see quality comedy fade below the horizon. Yes, the program had many truly comedic moments, and the absence of a “laugh track” meant that I had to listen and chuckle over real comments. Oh well, back to Britbox police content, where I learn the importance of CCTV in every situation. Should I get one of those systems for the yard, to keep an eye on foxes (criminals, every one. Egg thieves).
If I was inspired, I would find my circult tester and check out some suspect fuses in the RV. Getting down on my hunkers with a magnifying glass (to decipher labels) is an effort. Better that I get someone who has flexible joints due to yoga and sit nearby, offering advice. I know, it probably isn’t “just the fuse” which will require getting a professional involved. But I hope for simple answers, despite the trent to complexity.
Right now, my randomized playlist is offering various versions of “The Cold Song” by Purcell. I thought that lad did trumpet voluntaries. Bass vocal solos. Cool! Or cold.
