Want a new penny
Initially, I considered an inscription on my arm. Either a brand, or ink. GSTK, standing for a longer Gawd Sayve The Kyng. Just to be prepared for the moment when I became confused over what we were witnessing. I still have time, but I have decided to sleep through tomorrow. No need to witness the first coronation of my lifetime. Imagine if there was a sudden abdication, and after going down the list, we ended up with a queen. My work would be in vain.
Too much effort, for a moment that really does not concern me directly. I will now wait for a new penny, with a new head on the obverse.
Tonight, maybe, there will be sleeping in the new RV. Here at home. There is propane, and electricity, so there will be warmth. So how it goes. Perhaps I will stay inside and wait for the phone to ring.
There is still a viewing alternative. I could go to the city, and watch the show on a big TV. Eat cucumber sandwiches and drink tea. Actually those two ideas leave me with a royal case of heartburn. I will abstain, and wait for the online video. Sure to be on line. Save me from a session of standard English, where I would have to feign comprehension.
As for that penny I mentioned, consider this. We don’t need a new penny. We also don’t need a new king. Got along swimmingly for a lifetime, so why test the fates. And this one is really just a placeholder, until the kids get their turn. What if we kept the memory of a past monarch alive? That hologram technology seems promising. Put the crown back on the shelf in a museum, and carry on.
