Here it is Christmas Day and I am still looking for a pony in all the piles of political poop we have endured in 2021. Maybe it has been a year when people who insist on writing about things political need to get a life.
I would be smart to use the wife’s approach to news. We always watch the evening TV news together. The wife starts out by commenting on the fashion sense of the newscasters. Before we have heard the latest Covid statistics, she is criticizing the men’s ties or the suit jackets they might have slept in. And the blouses and dresses on the women can be criticized or complimented, depending on her mood.
And if you think she is a distraction from the TV, you should see what happens when she gets the newspaper ahead of me. What I get, along with my morning coffee, is an annotated newspaper with penned question marks and underlining of editing errors or things confusing.
But we are having a slight disagreement on what to do about the Toronto Star. The Star is, once again, raising the price for home delivery out here in the boonies, and delivering less. The new publishers are getting fewer writers to pump out more words but I have seen small town weeklies that give you more news. We are thinking that we could get a larger breakfast table and each have our own i-pad with the Internet newspaper of our choice. I cannot decide between the Economist and the New York Times. The wife is threatening to switch to the electronic version of the Toronto Sun. We might have to compromise.
She is probably expecting something exciting for a major anniversary next year. When that event arrives, we will be in the thick of a provincial election. That is something to look forward to.
My main hope for next year is that this pandemic will be over and we can start to live a normal life again. And that would certainly contribute much to a Happy New Year.
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