Life in the slow lane
I've been just riveted to the raw live feed of the miner rescue in Chile for the last couple of days. I loved that there was no commentary on that livestream. I liked just watching the action without the incessant bleating of US newspeople telling me what I was seeing. Even though my Spanish is so weak that I couldn't understand most of what they were saying, I got more out of it than the the diced and sliced US teevee coverage. This is my kind of reality show.
I've seen a lot of my atheist friends scorn the idea that this was a miracle of God. But while it's true that the rescue itself was a testament to man's development of technology, the fact the they found these guys alive after they spent 17 days in the dark hole with virtually no food and no way to contact aboveground seems to be in the miracle of the universe category. Anyway, I loved watching the family reunions as the guy emerged from that impossibly small cage. Very interesting to see the difference in the reactions.
On the little city front, I've been working a lot since I picked up some extra shifts in the last two weeks. On Tuesday, my one day off, the weather was so grand I went out for a drive to hit the thrift stores. Scored big at the church one. Got the perfect navy blue cardigan -- importantly with pockets -- so I'm ready to rock the new color code at the Big Box store. Also picked up a brand new beige snakeskin belt and an old Eckoware stainless steel paring knife with a wooden handle and a serrated edge, all for the grand total of $3.50. I do so love a bargain...
And now, I'm off to work again.