November 9, 2004
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Yaaaah, my stereo’s possessed!
First, the stereo. It is a modest thing, an old Sharp 3-CD jobbie, kinda obsolete–no station search feature, for one thing–and the CD player doesn’t work, but that’s okay, I have a little CD boombox patched into the video input. And it sounds pretty good, and it does have a remote, and it gets the smooth jazz station that Kathy and I usually listen to. Got it for like $15 or so from some folks at the flea market. But I digress.
Anyway this morning I’m puttering around, getting dressed and stuff, generally acting like Ozzie Nelson looking for his favorite cardigan. (“Harriet, I’m worried about the boys!”). Anyway, at some point, I notice the darn thing had turned itself on. I putter around some more, notice it has changed it’s own settings, from video to tape 2 or something. This has me concerned–then the penny dropped, and I realized that the remote was buried somewhere under the clutter. I dug it out, hit the power button; problem solved, I thought.
Nope. I notice the damn radio is turned on. I hit the power switch again ad the video input comes on. I can’t get the darn thing to turn off. I’m thinking about unplugging the sucker, but this is only a last resort. Then I notice the damn radio is slowly changing station settings. The AM radio was slowly going from 901 to 902 to 903.
Finally I solved the “mystery.” The thing had been turned off all along–it was the clock trying to tell me it was nine in the morning, then nine oh one, etc. When I thought I was turning it off, I was turning it on and so forth. Nasrudin would be proud!
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Whaddaya mean Nasruddin would be proud? I thought you WERE Nasruddin!
Don’t forget you’ve got readings to do.
X-gram for Greyfox:
Doug is outside right now, shoveling a path to the woodpile in over a foot of heavy wet new snow. When I stuck my head out to ask him to plug in my car so all I have to do is turn on the power strip in here in the morning, he said he doesn’t know if he can even get to my car.
The TV antenna got overloaded with heavy wet snow and fell again. That fixes that. It’s not going back up, I don’t suppose. It’s satellite dish or nothing, after this, if I have any say.
Temp warmed to above freezing, and Doug understands that getting snow shoveled before it hardens to ice is important. He’s been up a long time and we don’t know how much he can get done before he poops out. I’m having quite enough trouble breathing as it is and will not be doing any snoveling. Therefore, the question of my coming to town tomorrow remains open.
I have to say that I haven’t laughed that hard since… well, I don’t know when… thanks!! Keep your chin up and remember, sometimes it is those little things that makes life so much fun…