The New Way

Well we have thrown ourselves into the fray. As of May 13 there will be no television at 63 Victoria St. All winter long there have been rumbles and grumbles about the crap that passes for programming. Now that Rogers has taken over we will pay more money for the pleasure of watching trash. Ever the one to gallop off where angels fear to tread, I consulted with His Nibs and suggested we become a telly free zone for the summer. Just to try it out. H.N. said sure why not, so off I went to Rogers and cancelled the buggar! Bear in mind H.N. bought himself a great big walloper of a new t.v. as a retirement prezzy! So it's time to rummage among the many dvd's that take up room.
We really don't have to watch a screen at all. We could read a book or two which we do all the time (the library is scarcely far!) The garden beckons and there is always a plant or two in need of attention. We could even watch Kathleen try to catch something. She did once. It was a chipmunk of course. They seem to walk into danger, those things. They certainly don't run from it. We might listen to music of an evening, or fill up the photo albums or sketch books. Or just sit on the porch and watch the world go by. That's what old people used to do. That and bake rock buns for the bairns. I see a whole new world before me, for a while anyway.