Before getting into Rant territory, or making more a sad sack of myself than normal, I’d best explain that time hangs heavy this past week.
I don’t mind going to church once in a while, or admitting I listen to gospel music at times, or listen to the occasional sermon from friends on my wayward behavior with grace and understanding.
But the Pope?
No. I ain’t that glorified nor touched by the Hand, you understand. So, I got away from the New Gospel channel (Fox News) and tried to fill the imput mode with something. This in spite of the local stuff being filled with local sport scores (indicative in itself of lack of exciting news) and things like:
I tried NASCAR Truck Races. I’d heard it all before.
(Usually during qualifying runs)
So the race wasn’t fun.
I tried College Football. That didn’t work. I didn’t a rivalry to rival. I couldn’t find a channel that had uniform combinations that pleased. That didn’t work well.
(Besides, Tennessee pissed me off terrible. And disappointed me to boot)
That meant that Sports channels were out; News channels were out; I don’t watch old movies, or slap stick serial Mayberry, which leaves out umpteen channels. And, Deity forbid, Gospel channels; and Weather channels bore me – I’ve reached the point there of “Surprise me. I’d enjoy that.”.
You know where this is going, right? Right.
That left the Food Channel. Man, man. Has that channel changed or what. Sad. Sad.
It used to have a modicum of sophistication. I mean, cooks in slightly soilled aprons and neat hair, although some of them had gray grease under their finger nails.
Now? Lordy. People that claim to be poorest cooks, sometime cooks, Not Cooks, and cupcakes.
I found a book I’d purchased before the Kindle arrived. I hadn’t read it. Not even on Kindle.
I read it.
All of it. All 623 pages of it. I even read the publishing right and copy rights pages.
I wait the games. Suffering the hype programs, hoping the Pope fly’s away soon. Trying to forget the New York Giants are, and the Redskins aren’t.
From the reaches,