Going retro
Nov. 18th, 2007 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
billeylerEarly last week, in a fit of...something...Danny ordered a subscription to the Sunday 'Albuquerque Journal' delivered to the house, starting this morning.
Danny was watching his British soaps or back-recorded "Demonized Housewives" when I got up this morning and asked him if our first Sunday newspaper was delivered. He said no, and if I wanted to get it, I'd better call them myself, the subtext being he was too stressed from work-related issues to want to deal with it.
Hours passed. Danny went in early to work for a brief spell.
I called the Circulation department and connected with a very lovely lady who promised the paper would be delivered shortly...sometimes on the first day, it got missed. I said, not to worry, I understand.
Naturally, I hadn't gone out myself to check for the paper. In that brief first period while Danny was gone, I peeked out the door and spied a grocery bag lodged against the north neighbor's fence. I trundled out to get that, and glancing over toward the end of the drive...there was the Sunday paper, all plumply stuffed into a plastic wrap.
Oops! Since I had JUST called circulation not two minutes before, I immediately grabbed the paper, ran back into the house, and apologetically called them back and cancelled my request to have the paper re-delivered.
Ah, well.
When Danny got back, we settled in for a few minutes to read the actual news in the paper, sifting through the several pounds of pre-Thanksgiving sale full-color glossy advertising packets within to find the black and white print portions.
Danny left again for work an hour later, and I read through the couple of articles I had missed in my first scan.
There were some tidbits. But having NOT had the paper delivered to the house since 1994, I'm not sure it's worth it unless we can both enjoy a relaxing morning...sifting through the ads, sipping a morning coffee, relaxing in bathrobes.
The truth outs though. I found out later in the day that Danny just wanted the Sunday paper delivered so he'd have something to light the kindling with for the fireplace this winter.
Danny was watching his British soaps or back-recorded "Demonized Housewives" when I got up this morning and asked him if our first Sunday newspaper was delivered. He said no, and if I wanted to get it, I'd better call them myself, the subtext being he was too stressed from work-related issues to want to deal with it.
Hours passed. Danny went in early to work for a brief spell.
I called the Circulation department and connected with a very lovely lady who promised the paper would be delivered shortly...sometimes on the first day, it got missed. I said, not to worry, I understand.
Naturally, I hadn't gone out myself to check for the paper. In that brief first period while Danny was gone, I peeked out the door and spied a grocery bag lodged against the north neighbor's fence. I trundled out to get that, and glancing over toward the end of the drive...there was the Sunday paper, all plumply stuffed into a plastic wrap.
Oops! Since I had JUST called circulation not two minutes before, I immediately grabbed the paper, ran back into the house, and apologetically called them back and cancelled my request to have the paper re-delivered.
Ah, well.
When Danny got back, we settled in for a few minutes to read the actual news in the paper, sifting through the several pounds of pre-Thanksgiving sale full-color glossy advertising packets within to find the black and white print portions.
Danny left again for work an hour later, and I read through the couple of articles I had missed in my first scan.
There were some tidbits. But having NOT had the paper delivered to the house since 1994, I'm not sure it's worth it unless we can both enjoy a relaxing morning...sifting through the ads, sipping a morning coffee, relaxing in bathrobes.
The truth outs though. I found out later in the day that Danny just wanted the Sunday paper delivered so he'd have something to light the kindling with for the fireplace this winter.
