Turning the corner here.
As the world knows, we elected a new president who starts the job next year. That’s not too far off, and the coming of that day is not welcomed here. But enough about it. It’s done.
I was thinking of writing a blog about how I thought the whole election was rigged… against us (and by “us” I mean the losing side!). I have a theory but it gets complicated, and rather than bore you all with it, I’m dropping it. It won’t change anything.
The other day, my TV’s remote broke. Actually, I should say I knocked it off the table by my chair and it fell onto the hard floor. But I must’ve knocked that thing, along with the other two remotes I have to use here, off that same table a thousand times before, and they never broke before. It didn’t actually look broken… not cracked or anything… it just would not work when I picked it up again.
Now, I need to use that TV remote for turning ON the TV and for turning up or down the volume (or muting it). My chair here is like Mission Control and I need these 3 remotes to operate happily here in my home. One remote is strictly for the DVD player, which I only use at night after supper when we watch our British show. [Currently, we are working our way thru “Disraeli” (with Ian McShane – which is fabulous), and also a really old British series called “Special Branch” (cops who are special branch… from the 60’s). That show I am loving, as well.] Anyway… the third remote is just for turning on the cable box and for changing channels. I need all 3 of them to operate everything here.
When the TV one broke, I found a place online and ordered a new one. Something got confused, and I cancelled the order but then went back and ordered it again. For some reason, I got 3 of them in the mail yesterday. I am keeping them all… JUST IN CASE!
Being without a remote is torture. It was torture because it happened on the afternoon of the presidential election and in order for me to turn the TV volume up or down or to mute, Paul had to jump up and do it manually on the TV set. What a royal pain that was! And he had to climb over a big girl collie dog in the process… she always naps right between us.
We are also re-watching the British series called “Heartbeat” as well as some (Horatio) Horblower movies. There are a few more up there that I can’t see and can’t remember but we have a choice of several at all times and mix them up.
I was just fooling around with my blog here and changed the colors, background, and theme of the whole set-up. I do that a lot. I used to love changing my furniture around and even painting rooms or wallpapering walls, but since I’ve been married to Paul, not much ever changes in here, so I use my blog to get out my decorating urges. It certainly costs less money!
In this new “theme” the comments link is at the top now, which I like better than way at the end. I think. Not sure a reader will like that, though… oh well, I can always change it.
Pretty soon I need to get up and feed Belle (she always eats at 4 pm), and then rummage around and see what’s available for our supper. Paul is down at the harbor selling his lobsters (what few of them he has). He’s been busy these last few weeks taking his traps in from the ocean and bringing them home here so he can spend the winter repairing them all for next season. He leaves a small bunch of the traps out all winter so he can go out and haul on nice days, what few of them we may get.
Here’s a shot (above) of Whitby in North Yorkshire, England… aerial view. Wow, what a place that town is. It’s our favorite spot on earth. You can’t really see the 199 steps from this view… wait, maybe I can find one…
There we are! Climbing Whitby’s 199 steps… Margaret is in black on the left, then Paul, then Jean Burluraux in blue and me… way behind in the green coat. I go slow… like a turtle. 199 steps… I love ’em! There was a “sea fret” (fog) that day in Whitby – back in 2000. What fun we’d had when we were taken all around on a tour by our friends Don & Jean Burluraux who lived nearby in Skelton.
I guess that’s it for now. Back to the old style blogs… away from the politics and the vitriol of the past few months. It’s been rough, but I fear the next four years, at least, will be even rougher, in so many ways.
Bex & Co.