It's easy for me to get wound up, as I did yesterday on Social Security, about all the many things that seem to be wrong with our country; I do it every day. But mixed in with that is one of the growing pleasures I have discovered about retirement – the ebb and flow of quiet, ordinary life that I did not have the time to appreciate so much during my working years.
So, herewith, is a substance-free Friday.
Let's start with my new Kindle. Uncertain as yet how I will use it in conjunction with “real” books, I was unwilling to buy anything yet, so I downloaded the Sherlock Holmes collection. It cost about 99 cents and it really is ALL of Conan Doyle's Holmes output – the four novels and numerous short stories - in date order of publication.
I like this little gizmo. It fits nicely in my hand. The pages turn with a satisfying click of the button and I'm slowly working my way through Watson's tales in the hour before sleep most nights. I'm impressed with how well they hold up as entertainment 120 years after their writing.
Fall has arrived in my town with a gorgeous vengeance and I need venture no farther than outside my door to be awed by nature's flamboyance.
New England, where I lived for more than 40 years, is rightly celebrated for its fall exuberance but the colors here in my part of Oregon seem brighter, richer and deeper than in the east. Maybe it is the contrast with the dark color of the ubiquitous evergreens.
Each year, the New York City media give instructions on where to drive from Manhattan on weekends for the best leaf peeping. Nowadays, no driving necessary.
My young friend Stan James of wanderingstan has been living in Berlin for more than a year. Recently, he visited Paris and this postcard arrived from him yesterday reminding me that I really ought to get there again before I die.
About ten days ago, a black-and-white cat turned up outside the dining room window. I might not have noticed if he or she had not set off a lot of conversation from Ollie. (Sorry about the crappy photo.)
Now the cat visits two or three times a day for 30 minutes or so, his/her arrival always announced to me by Ollie who is interested but also wary. At first I thought he/she might be a stray – a potential companion for Ollie? But a collar and chubbiness sank that idea.
Don't forget that tomorrow is Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity on the Mall in Washington, D.C. If I still lived in the east, I would attend, but it's way too far to go from here. Comedy Central will be broadcasting live tomorrow from the event so I'll be there in spirit via television.
On Wednesday, President Obama visited Stewart's television show. Did you see it? The interview ran long, so the producers ditched the opening Stewart had taped, but posted it for us at The Daily Show website. Here is that original opening titled Let's Keep the President Waiting:
|The Daily Show With Jon Stewart||Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c|
|Exclusive - Let's Keep the President Waiting|
Mostly during the interview, the president was in campaign mode and I wish Stewart had asked some more-pointed questions. Nevertheless, he managed a couple of interesting zingers and the young audience was wildly enthusiastic throughout. If you missed it, you can watch the full interview here.
So that's how it's been in recent days at Chez Bennett. Nothing special. Kinda boring. Just life. And I like it that way.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Mimi Torchia Boothby: The Story of Carmela Borelli