Johnny Yuma
28/09/13 06:16
I have to say. Mrs G (Nana) does love her iPad. I think the only thing she does with it is play chess but I could be wrong. I give it a tweak or two from time to time just to make sure that everything is up to date but she is otherwise on her own. She is quick to tell us that she just loves the device. I can imagine that we should have given her one a long time ago although we all know they are a somewhat recent innovation. Even I, who loves internet radio and has looked long and hard for alternatives to same because of the cost involved, find that the iPad delivers in spades all the internet radio that I can possibly consume. Some of it is even pricey and that would be mainly Sirius. But I digress. I do think the pad has helped to fill a hole in Mrs G's life made conspicuous by the rather abrupt departure of her beloved husband earlier this year. There is only so much that your neighbors, sons, and daughters can offer in the way of consolation once the day is done and you are left to your own devices (pun intended.) This is a good thing. I don't even think that an updated device is necessary all things considered. Perhaps a smaller device might be nice. I am just not of the mind to change it up on her just when she is starting to get attached to it. So we'll leave that alone and that will be that. Some things, you know, are better left alone.
Not sure how Nancy got caught up watching the television show "Johnny Yuma" week in and week out. It is a western filmed in the fifties about a journal writing rebel roaming the Midwest in the mid 1800's after the end of the civil war. I've seen some episodes myself where I've seen actors like John Carradine and others from that generation whose careers have spanned decades since. I can't say that my dedication is as sweet or prolonged as is Nancy's but we'll leave that alone. I can take it or leave it. But our schedules on Saturday morning have been forever altered and adjusted so that Nancy can watch her show at the appointed hour. If we were smart we would find a way to put that show on tape and not be a slave to the clock or the show. I think that is not so easy these days with cable TV. Can we even tape a show without engaging the services of Comcast and an accompanying DVR? Whatever happened to the days when you plugged in your VCR and you were good to go? Things came to a head this past week when Comcast completed their conversion to digital and we lost all of our channels. We lost the 4.1's, 5.1's, etc. Well, my darling couldn't bear the thought of losing her Johnny Yuma so off I went to the local Comcast office to take care of business. We now have everything but high definition since I download that content and we are good to go. Good ole Johnny-be-good.
Evan called earlier this week from school. Seems he was on his way home and got stuck at a bus stop and was feeling a little exposed so asked that we stay on the line with him. Maybe he didn't ask that specific question but we could tell that that was the unofficial backdrop of the conversation. Since we only talk to him once a week we didn't complain about this unscheduled call. You can never hear enough from your children when they are not by your side. The greater the distance, the greater the need to hear from them. I think the gist was that he stopped for a bite to eat after once of his classes and got lost in the shuffle somehow and just found himself on the wrong side of the bus schedule. All of a sudden there was a lot to talk about. A lot to catch up on. We tell ourselves after every conversation with him that we should tape the conversations for posterity. I think we may pick that up this coming weekend when we speak to him again. We're probably better off not telling him that we're taping. He's funny that way.
Not sure how Nancy got caught up watching the television show "Johnny Yuma" week in and week out. It is a western filmed in the fifties about a journal writing rebel roaming the Midwest in the mid 1800's after the end of the civil war. I've seen some episodes myself where I've seen actors like John Carradine and others from that generation whose careers have spanned decades since. I can't say that my dedication is as sweet or prolonged as is Nancy's but we'll leave that alone. I can take it or leave it. But our schedules on Saturday morning have been forever altered and adjusted so that Nancy can watch her show at the appointed hour. If we were smart we would find a way to put that show on tape and not be a slave to the clock or the show. I think that is not so easy these days with cable TV. Can we even tape a show without engaging the services of Comcast and an accompanying DVR? Whatever happened to the days when you plugged in your VCR and you were good to go? Things came to a head this past week when Comcast completed their conversion to digital and we lost all of our channels. We lost the 4.1's, 5.1's, etc. Well, my darling couldn't bear the thought of losing her Johnny Yuma so off I went to the local Comcast office to take care of business. We now have everything but high definition since I download that content and we are good to go. Good ole Johnny-be-good.
Evan called earlier this week from school. Seems he was on his way home and got stuck at a bus stop and was feeling a little exposed so asked that we stay on the line with him. Maybe he didn't ask that specific question but we could tell that that was the unofficial backdrop of the conversation. Since we only talk to him once a week we didn't complain about this unscheduled call. You can never hear enough from your children when they are not by your side. The greater the distance, the greater the need to hear from them. I think the gist was that he stopped for a bite to eat after once of his classes and got lost in the shuffle somehow and just found himself on the wrong side of the bus schedule. All of a sudden there was a lot to talk about. A lot to catch up on. We tell ourselves after every conversation with him that we should tape the conversations for posterity. I think we may pick that up this coming weekend when we speak to him again. We're probably better off not telling him that we're taping. He's funny that way.