We want out for a light early dinner last night. My wife suggested as a joke the new pizza place. We ate at Ruby's, a new place that opened earlier this year. They started as a lunch place and then expanded to breakfast and dinner. I suggested strolling around town afterward. Sure, my wife replied. We could look at the new Thai restaurant's menu.
Along the way to the new Thai restaurant, we passed the new deli, The Butcher Block, and the new sushi place that had replaced the new coffee shop. When the new coffee shop had opened, we judged it didn't have much of a chance because the town has sixteen coffee shops. No, no longer; Key of C had closed and became a deli but it's not a proper deli. Right. My wife wondered how many sushi places Ashland would support. We noticed the Starbucks was very busy.
Did you know that there is a town under Emigrant Lake, she asked. I did not know that but I looked it up later and confirmed it, lost when the lake was created when engineers dammed the river. We drove through the railroad district. The passenger train depot is long gone. Freight trains moved through here when we moved to Ashland in 2005. My wife, a light sleeper who is affected by every night noise, worried that passing trains' sounds would be too disruptive for sleeping. When we were house hunting, we listened for trains and drove out to locate the nearest tracks. Driving around back then, trains would stop your progress as they cross streets. The trains stopped running in 2007 or '08.
We went home. I turned on the television and checked the cable for what was on. Nothing appealed so I checked the Roku. Nothing appeared there, either. I watched a few television commercials out of curiosity, remembering Dippity Do, Brylcreme, Noxema Shave Creme, Ajax Laundry Detergent (stronger than dirt) and Speedy Alka Seltzer. With littlle of interest in our cable's eighty channels and our Roku's 100, I turned on the CD player and then switched to the MP3 to listen to music before switching over to Pandora on Roku. Then I surfed the net, looking for news.
I read about the 50th Anniversary of the Port Huron, created when people were protesting for change in 1962, on a blog, and some jokes that were going around on twitter, and the new words accepted by dictionaries. There were a few more serial killings involving guns in the news, another dead body had been found, more news on Syria, more on the Presidential campaigns and poll results, Akin and his comments, Obama and his birth certificate. Baseball season is moving toward their fall playoffs, the NFL is playing its NFL preseason. I heard people are wondering how Peyton Manning will do in Denver. NASCAR is in the final few races of the Race for the Chase in the Sprint Championship. I glanced at Facebook but not much new was posted there.
Getting a bowl of non-fat frozen yogurt that I adorned with dark chocolate sauce, walnuts and blueberries, I reflected on how little had changed. As I turned off my smart phone and my work computer, I heard the microwave's ding in the other room, wondered what my wife was doing, then noticed the Ooma's light was blinking with a telephone message. I gazed out my office window at the sunset's last efforts. A Prius rolled silently by. I thought about my writing and how I could change my life, and the upcoming changes at work. Then I patted by mound of belly and vowed anew to lose a few pounds.
Change is so hard.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com