We’re having our typical November gray, cool days, which means inside is where I am – where it is warm, dry, and comfortable. Being inside with gray days gives lots of time for the mind to wander about aimlessly, and time to share that wandering mind aimlessly.
Today is the final day in November – how did that happen so quickly? Didn’t this month just begin, like a day or so ago? The real problem with time passing so quickly is that it means we’re all getting older more quickly. Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you frown. That gives you wrinkles, you know. Oh my! Please don’t cry! They say getting older is all in the mind, but let me tell you, my mind thinks it’s still pretty young. Well, when it’s not busy stashing thoughts in odd places so I can’t find the one I just had, that is. It’s my body that reminds me it’s not a spring chicken anymore. It keeps telling me we need to exercise, but I have an aversion to exercising. So I’ve decided I’m going to try to remind myself to get up and stretch a little every so often – not exercise, just stretch. Like this:
A bit of a serious note here, which I promise (hope) will be brief. Each time I read about one more man being accused of inappropriate sexual behavior (or any other terms used to mean that), it reinforces my thought that we may not have many men standing once all is said and done. It’s been far too many years, decades, of any such acts being the fault of the woman, because women must have been “asking for it”. I wonder too how we can accept a president who is no less guilty than any of the other accused, and who supports as a possible member of the senate, another man who has had many of the same accusations. Yeah, I know – innocent until proven guilty, but when there are the numbers of accusers that are popping up, I think it puts a reasonable doubt on the innocence. But I also hope that women are not accusing just because they can, because they have some kind of grudge.
It baffles me why I seem to always crave something to snack on in the evenings that I do not have. If I have pie, I want cookies. If I have cake, I want salty. If I have salty, I want sweet. I seem to be very hard to satisfy sometimes. It’s quite annoying, and I may just have to put myself on timeout if I don’t start being more reasonable.
I’m seriously considering cutting the cord after the first of the year. It seems my TV viewing desires have changed, and those things that seemed so important to me before are no longer of much interest. I watched a Christmas special the other night that was – okay. As far as regularly televised shows that I get on my satellite TV, I watch only a couple of them. And both of them are available next day on Hulu. Which I subscribe to anyway. I discovered I can get most of the PBS shows I like on the Roku PBS channel – and a benefit is that I can get the PBS Newshour an hour earlier than on my satellite-provided PBS station. I did this cord cutting thing over a year ago, but at that time my viewing interests hadn’t faded so much, and the options were fewer. So I came back to Direct. But now, it seems less important. I would miss a couple channels, like HGTV and Food Network, but I’m pretty sure they will become more available with time. Of course, there is a concern about what the net neutrality thing going away could do to streaming. Glad the government cares about the little guys.
This feels like it could be one of those stay-inside in sweats days. Those days when I plan to not see people, so I can just be a slob. Except I’m going out to dinner with friends, so probably I should make an effort. That’s one of the glories of being old (sorry I used that word again) and retired – my time is my own, to do with as I wish. That’s also one of the problems of being retired, since I very often wish not to do anything. What I wish to do quite often is this:
I keep getting emails that ask questions like “where would you like to go today”? Then they offer amazing prices for amazing trips to amazing places, and I’m pretty sure they do this deliberately to taunt me. Because when it’s only 23 degrees when you get up and the skies are gray, who wouldn’t want to be on a sunny Caribbean beach, or touring the streets of Paris, or having wine in Tuscany? I mean, how much of this taunting am I expected to withstand? Oh the yearning.
What more could one ask?