An Experiment

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A cup on the windowsill.  1970’s.

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.

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Keeping those on the east coast in my thoughts.

Himself:  A simple day:  Gym, work, NCIS.

Herself:  Gym, publish this with coffee cup image, wash the bed quilt,  cook, NCIS.  Find passports.  Did I take them back to the bank?  I sure hope so.

Reading:  Just finished “Crypt Thief” by Mark Pryor.  The last 1/3 was a little dry as in losing the carefully constructed character of our hero.

Balance:  Playing with the new.