In the old, old days before I met The Geezer, before I read the paper in the mornings, I would write in my journal or draw. Tucked in among the warm covers on a winter morning, you could find me writing lines of opinion or doodling. Lately, I’ve devolved into a newspaper reader/morning news channel skimmer while sipping my rapidly cooling coffee. Only later do I jam a quick entry into the computer….if I can make the time.
This morning, the old laptop sits on a lap tray here in my lap. It updates while I type. My coffee cup nestles on a warmer. Over to the right, the news is on the TV but the sound is off. Over and over again, Chargers news is played continually. I’m ignoring it as I type slowly on this unfamiliar keyboard.
I suppose I could read the paper online, but I am glad to let the conservative opinions go. I miss dear Abby, but she is online. I’ll miss the Obits…often there was someone I knew. Last week it was my last boss’s dad. I liked him a lot. He was a retired Green Beret. He would join me at my Padre’s gate where he would talk Army and smoke a smelly cigar. I would happily listen. I liked him.
I’ll find a new way of listening. I’m hooked to the network from under my warm quilt, and I should be able to reach the rest of the world easily from here. Can you see me waving.