Thursday, September 29, 2022

Thursday Thirteen #775

Adulting things -

1. I can crack an egg open with one hand!

2. I know how to wrap my towel around my wet hair so that it looks like it was done in a salon and can then walk around the house in my birthday suit if I so desire, with only my head covered. Don't look, Ethel!

3. I can leave my sneakers tied and then break down the backs of my shoes shoving my feet into them all I want.

4. Stuff can sit on the kitchen counter for as long as I want, or until I feel like putting it away, or need the counter for something else besides a storage table.

5. My gum can be sugarless - or not - depending on what I want to chew.

6. My meatloaf doesn't have to have tomato in it.

7. Dirty dishes can stay in the sink if I haven't the time to deal with them.

8. I can sort the laundry out into his and her piles if I want to do it that way. Which I do, because my husband does nasty manly work and has grease and sweat all over his clothes. I don't want that mixed in with my clothing. Yuck.

9. My car will go wherever I want it to, and if I want to take a long drive by myself, I can put the darned thing on the road and do that.

10. I don't have to eat my greens if I don't want to.

11. Reading is pleasure, not homework.

12. My guitar can sit on the love seat in the living room for as long as I need it to.

13. I don't have to keep to a schedule. Except for my husband's. There is that.

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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

The Groundhog


This groundhog lives under our outbuilding. He is eating acorns that have fallen onto the trailer, fattening himself up for winter.

Groundhogs are also called woodchucks in some places, among other names like whistlepig, etc.

The holes they leave in the fields can break a cow's leg. Or a person's.


Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Review: House of the Dragon

House of the Dragon, on HBO, is a spin-off from Game of Thrones.

I enjoyed Game of Thrones, even the somewhat messy ending.

House of the Dragon is no Game of Thrones.

Sunday night as I watched the latest episode, I thought about 40 minutes into that I really did not care if I watched any more of this show.

I do not care about the characters. There isn't a likeable one among them.

Nor do I care who keeps the throne, gets the throne, eats the throne, or does whatever on the throne. I already know who ends up on the throne in 172 years after this prequel, so what does it matter?

I have read reviews calling this masterful, etc., but I find it incredibly boring and boorish. I can find better things to do at 9 p.m. on Sundays.

For a show that premiered as the highest rated show on HBO ever, it has been the quite the letdown for me.

I like fantasy, but this isn't fantasy. This is just Dark Age overkill with a few dragons thrown in.

Entertainment Weekly has called it Epic Fantasy for Dummies, but I would go even further and call it Useless Fantasy for People with No Attention Span. It is so boring you can look away and miss five minutes of it and still know it will continue to be boring when you return your attention to it.

People riding dragons does not make good fantasy. It's just fantasy if the characters are insufferable and the world they're in is untenable.

We will likely tape the remaining episodes and watch them at some point, but this certainly is not must-see TV.

For that, check out Amazon's Rings of Power. Now that's decent fantasy. I'll review that when I've seen the whole season. I don't see myself giving up on that one half-way through.


Monday, September 26, 2022

Jupiter

If you look closely in the last two pictures, you can see little dots that are moons of Jupiter. I don't have the equipment to get a better photo, although I could see them fairly clearly through the digital enhancement in the camera.





Sunday, September 25, 2022

Sunday Stealing



1. If you were trapped in a room with the person who asked this for 24 hours, what would you do? The answer cannot be romantic or sexual.

A. Talk, sleep, and hope one of has a supply of water and that there's a pot to pee in somewhere in that room.

2. If you could learn any language instantly, what would it be?

A. Spanish.

3. If you could only read one book for the rest of your life, what would it be?

A. I have no idea.

4. Favorite song lyric?

A. Oh, let's go with this: If I wanted to I could turn matches to gold
I could smoke drink swear and I would never
grow old - from If I Wanted To, by Melissa Etheridge

5. Favorite album?

A. I don't have one. When I was a teenager, though, I fell asleep every night listening to Bread.

6. Which time of day would you say is best for you work-wise?

A. Probably from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., and then sometimes I pick up another head of steam after 7 p.m., but not often.

7. What do you think people assume about you from first glance?

A. That I must be weak-willed because I am overweight.

8. Favorite city that you haven’t visited?

A. How could it be a favorite city if I haven't been there? I don't particularly like cities. I'll say Dublin, Ireland because I haven't been there.

9. If you received $10,000 but had to give it away, what would you do with it?

A. I would give it to someone who needs it.

10. What is one book you wish you could get all your friends to read?

A. I don't know. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, maybe.

11. What is one movie you wish you could get all your friends to watch?

A. The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

12. If you could create one thing, what would it be?

A. A time machine.

13. If you could play any musical instrument, what would it be?

A. I'd be the best guitar player around. 

14. What is your favorite item of clothing?

A. Blue thing. It's a sweater like thing that is warm and comfortable. I call it "blue thing" even if I'm wearing one that is a different color. The original was dark blue. I wore it out a long time ago.

15. What is your favorite card/board game?

A. Scrabble.


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Saturday, September 24, 2022

Saturday 9: This Night Won't Last Forever


Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.
 
1) This song begins with, "Everybody likes a celebration." Do you have any birthdays or anniversaries coming up on your calendar?

A. My aunt's birthday is Sunday. My great nephew's is next week. My husband and I celebrate our 39th anniversary in November. 
 
2) The lyrics tell us Michael Johnson is stuck at a party while his heart is breaking. He finds it awkward and painful to pretend there's nothing wrong. Are adept at "putting a good face on it?" Or is it easy for others to tell how you're feeling?

A. If someone knows me well, I have a hard time hiding how I feel. My husband says it shows in my eyes.

3) Michael feels like this is going to be a long night. Is there a part of your day when time tends to drag? Or when it flies?

A. The afternoons tend to drag for me. My energy lags then and the day seems to go on a long time.
 
4) As bad as he feels right now, he's still hopeful about tomorrow. What are you looking forward to for Sunday?

A. Nothing, really. We have no plans.
 
5) When he was 13, Michael taught himself to play the guitar. He went on to take formal lessons and mastered classical guitar. What's something you would like learn more about/do better?

A. I would like to be a better guitar player. 
 
6) For a time, he performed with a trio known as Denver, Boise & Johnson. The Denver was John. Do you have a favorite John Denver song?

A. Either Annie's Song or Take Me Home, Country Roads.
 
7) He retired to Minneapolis to be near his adult daughter. But he never stopped performing entirely. For years he delighted loyal local fans with an annual holiday concert on December 26 at Orchestra Hall. Is there a performer you've seen in concert more than once?

A. Not that I can think of. I mean, I've seen Fleetwood Mac and The Eagle in concert on TV many times, but not live.
 
8) In 1979, when this song was popular, the cable channel ESPN launched. What's the last sporting event that you watched?

A. A bit of a NASCAR race.

9) Random question: Do you play Wordle?

A. I do. I currently have a 90+ win streak going; I hold my breath when it starts feeling like I might not get the next one. 

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Thursday, September 22, 2022

Thursday Thirteen

I consider myself to be a somewhat eclectic reader. I don't stick to one genre, type of book, or author. Oh, I may take spells where all I read is fantasy, or maybe I read all of the books of an author until I tire of them from time to time, but on the whole, I think I have a pretty wide reading range.

Here are 13 writers and their genres. What do you think?

1. Genevieve Cogman, Fantasy

2. Richard Marx, Autobiography

3. Louise Penny, Mainstream Fiction/Mystery

4. Stuart Woods, Mainstream Fiction/Myster

5. Charles Dickens, Literary Fiction

6. James Allen, Philosophy

7. Samantha Shannon, Fantasy

8. Nora Ephron, Chick Lit/Mainstream Literature

9. Fannie Flagg, Mainstream Fiction

10. Hillary Clinton & Louise Penny, Mainstream Fiction

11. Matt Haig, Self help

12. Sheenah Hankin, Self help

13. Gary Paulson, Young Adult

Also, I've read these authors: Dolly Parton, Richard Paul Evans, Jane Austen, Nora Roberts, Neil Gaiman, Kristin Hannah, Amanda Cockrell, Carolyn Keene (yes, I read some Nancy Drew), and Becky Chambers, among others. In all, I've read books by 35 different authors so far this year. I keep a list.

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Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Dystopian Now

I was in a sophomore in high school when I really got into dystopian literature.

My favorite was a book called Alas, Babylon, by Pat Frank, given to me by my geometry teacher. We'd had some discussions about life and literature, I guess, and she told me I would like the book.

I did. It wasn't just dystopian, it was apocalyptical, taking place after a full-blown nuclear war. I read it again a few years ago, and it was as relevant as it was in 1959. A little technological backwards, perhaps, but otherwise still on course.

People were mean, inhumane, ornery, and unable to think of anyone other than themselves, for the most part.

Kind of like today.

The hero was a man who thought not only of himself but of others, working to rebuild community. In the end, the US and the Soviet Union (which no longer exists, of course), had blasted one another to smithereens, and three larger, unnamed powers (probably China, India, and maybe Japan or Venezuela, if I had to guess), were now the major powers of the world.

Another dystopian book that left a big mark on me was A Canticle for Leibowitz, by Walter Miller, also published in 1959. (Must've been a big year for apocalyptic fiction.) A librarian at the Fincastle Library gave me this book (they were going to rid it from the collection as few people had checked it out), saying I would like it as I was always asking for science fiction and fantasy books.

In this book, the nations have already fallen. People have burned all the books, eschewed all learning, and returned to tribal ways. But religion survives, and a monastery has kept some books and other information. The story runs through several thousand years as civilization rebuilds itself to the point where once again mankind has nuclear weapons, space colonies, and technological advantages - and then destroys itself once more.

Today I prefer fantasy to science fiction. I read Dune before the movie came out and found it disturbing. Like Liebowitz, Dune had religious inclusions - religion always seems to be not the salvation of nations or worlds, but their downfall. The world in Alas, Babylon had its downfall over religious rancor in the Middle East. I believe this problem with religion is a truism that the devout overlook, as religion as currently practiced by many is destructive and not uplifting (which is why I left organized religion).

Sword and sorcery fantasy books are basically the world of today without technology - without guns, too - and most good fantasy has political overtones, some king or other attempting to take what is not his or hers. Even Lord of the Rings has this as its practical premise; Sauron wants the One Ring, sure, but what he wants is power to wield over all of Middle Earth. 

What would someone do for power? Lie? Cheat? Steal? Kill? Release a pathogen upon a population? Determine that over 1 million dead from a virus is an acceptable loss in order to bring more people around to his/her way of thinking? Malign particular groups as "others" so that in essence, the power-hungry is saying, "Look, Squirrel!" to the starving masses, who all turn to look at the squirrel while the powerful take the fish from their dinner plates? 

What would people do to maintain power? Enslave? Devalue? Create the inhumane and try to make it the natural course of things?

I once thought - and I suppose some part of me still believes - that humanity could right itself. People could, if they only would, create a world where we are all equal, each of us, and our differences are exalted and glorified as the god-parts they are. I once thought that if we only tried, humans could stop wars, not fight, not argue. Just lay down the weapons and walk away. Why didn't they lay down their weapons, each side, and walk away? I always wondered this. If no one picked up their gun, then there would be no killing. No fighting.

Just say no to murdering one another. Why is that hard?

But we are humans, and humanity is not kind, or good, or willing to create a world of consistency and love. Humans, on the whole, do not want that. Perhaps a wee babe, newly born, could be raised up to think such things might exist, and maybe entire communes of children could be raised to think the world could live in perfect harmony.

But I think not. 

That's because hate is taught. Otherness is taught. Evil is taught. Lust for and appeals to pain, thirsts for power, the need for more, more, more - all taught. Our society is dystopian by design, its creators from thousands of years ago have set it up so that it is patriarchal by design, that it demeans by design, and it separates and creates otherness - by design.

We cannot undo thousands of years of conditioning. Maybe it is now in our DNA, and maybe children today are born with this burning desire for power, to want more, to lie, cheat, steal or do whatever to achieve their goals. Maybe that's what personality disorders are, really. F*cked up DNA, warped by the thousands of years of toxicity that humanity has spewed upon itself.

Maybe we are no longer salvageable as a species.

As we destroy ourselves by ignoring the signs all around us of a world in decline, I hope this - like in Leibowitz, humanity will one day rise again.

Even a nuclear war won't destroy all of us, though it may come close.

I hope the next round manages to do a better job than we have.

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

What Did I See?

Last night I went into the kitchen for a drink of water, a nightly routine. My husband was already in bed.

As I stood at the sink, I caught a glimpse of something in my peripheral vision. I turned to see a silhouette of a man. I blinked, and the figure was gone.

I went back to the bedroom and told my husband I'd seen a man's ghost. He hopped out of bed and asked me to describe what I'd seen, which I did. He began checking windows, turning on outdoor lights, making sure the doors were locked.

Very male stuff. Very "here and now" oriented, too. My husband deals with reality - cows, hay, the weather. He has no time for intuition, the indescribable, the unknown.

In the front yard, which would have been behind me when I was at the sink, deer lay not far from the front porch. They stood up when we turned on the exterior light. Maybe, I suggested, one had been on the porch, and I'd caught the flash of movement through the front door window. I've seen them on the porch before.

Having satisfied himself that nothing was amiss, he steered me to bed. I lay there, waiting and pondering.

My initial thought upon seeing this vision was that it was my father. He is still very much alive, though. So, then I thought maybe it was my grandfather, popping in for a visit. This morning, my brother suggested it could have been my husband's father, though I wouldn't think him to be one to be a ghost. My grandpa, yes, he might be a spectral entity come to say hello, but not my father-in-law.

Maybe, though, it was my own reflection, a trick of the light. However, I've seen and experienced enough weird stuff to know that we don't know everything.

Weirdness has followed me around since I was a child, but it has been a while since I've had this kind of freakiness pop up out of nowhere. My brother and I both take dreams and such seriously; there's always been a bit of fey on both sides of the family. We've seen it, heard it, felt it. It leaves an impression.

Besides, there's a different feel to a warning dream than a regular dream. I can tell what I'm dreaming is not really a dream.

But this wasn't a dream. I was awake, readying for bed.

Yes, it is strange. Yes, I am weird. I've been weird all of my life and I'm old, so I don't expect that to change now. I'll probably just get weirder.

But in the meantime - what did I see?

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Sunday Stealing


1. Do you have any Pepto-Bismol in your house?

A. Yep. Always have to have a bottle of the pink stuff around.

2. Do you have a favorite flavor of vodka?

A. I don't drink alcohol.

3. Is your backyard big enough to fit a trampoline?

A. Yes. It could be an airport if someone wanted to do that to it.
 
4. When was the last time you had eggs?

A. I had an egg sandwich for lunch on Saturday.

5. How often do you blow dry your hair, and what color is your blow dryer?

A. I blow dry my hair every morning. My dryer is brown.

6. Have you ever gone to bed later than three AM?

A. Yes. 

7. Have you been to a surprise party before?

A. I have. My father had a grand surprise party for his 80th birthday.
 
8. What is your least favorite month?

A. January. It's cold, it's dark, it's snowy.

9. Have you ever gone to see a movie the day it came out?

A. Yes. I saw all of the Lord of the Rings movies (it's a trilogy) on the day it was released. I also saw Wonder Woman on the day it was released, I think, and maybe a few of the Harry Potter movies. I'm 100% sure of the LotR movies; I think so on the others.

10. Do you like movies/books about drugs, and why or why not?

A. Not particularly, no. I don't like to see people compromised like that.

11. Do you have scrap paper by your computer desk?

A. I have scraps of paper everywhere, so yes.

12. Have you ever kept a bag from a store because you liked it?

A. I have kept bags because I thought I might reuse it, but not necessarily because I liked it.

13. Was the last thing you drank carbonated?

A. No. The last carbonated drink I had was a ginger ale in October 2020.

14. Do you own any yellow clothing?

A. I have one shirt that is yellow. I don't wear it often because it doesn't look good on me. It makes me look washed out.

15. Last person you argued with?

A. My husband. I live with him. We're going to argue occasionally.

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Saturday, September 17, 2022

Saturday 9: In and Out of Love


Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) In this song, Diana Ross is disappointed that she hasn't yet found lasting love. Do you think you can fall out of love? Or do you believe that if you fell out of love, it wasn't true love to begin with?

A. I think there are many different types of love, even within a single relationship. Sometimes love waxes and wanes, and sometimes if burns bright. If someone "falls out of love," perhaps it wasn't true love, but it was a kind of love, all the same. Or so I would hope.

2) When is the last time you literally fell, tripped, or stumbled?

A. Probably today only I don't remember it. I always have bruises on my arms and don't know where they came from.
 
3) This record was a hit with American Bandstand viewers. For weeks it was voted the song they most wanted to dance to. Did you watch American Bandstand?

A. I did.
 
4) This is one of the last Supremes songs that featured the most successful hit-making line-up: Diana Ross, Mary Wilson, and Florence Ballard. Florence's great-nephew, Christian Ballard, was a football star at University of Iowa and briefly played pro ball for the Vikings. The 2022-23 NFL season just kicked off. What team do you root for?

A. None, really. I used to root for the Greenbay Packers, way back when The Refrigerator was playing (wasn't that like, the 1980s?). But I haven't watched a NFL football game in 20 years.
 
5) Mary had a connection to sports, too. She donated her time and talent to raising money for Figure Skaters of Harlem, an organization that helps young people train for the Winter Olympics. Tell us about a charity you support.

A. I most recently gave money to Artemis Journal. The journal is a lovely creation of poetry and artwork. Proceeds from the sale of it go to victims of domestic violence. The nonprofit organization also partners with Taubman Museum to support the arts.

6) There's a children's playground in New York's Central Park named for the last surviving member of this trio, Diana Ross. It has swings, slides, a rope bridge, and a fountain that kids are welcome to splash in. If you were suddenly little again, which would you play on first?

A. The swings, I guess.
 
7) Diana owns an estate in Greenwich, CT, with lush gardens, a tennis court, and a pool. While the grounds are spectacular, she maintains the house itself is "nothing special" because the kitchen hasn't been renovated in more than three decades. Could your kitchen benefit from a makeover? Or are you fine with it as it is?

A. My kitchen is 35 years old, so it could do with a little makeover. If I were to redo it, I would get cabinets of lighter wood. The ones in it are oak and they are dark. The older I get, the more I crave the light.
 
8) In 1967, when this song was popular, the best-selling camera was The Polaroid Swinger. When did you most recently take a photo? What was it of?

A. I took a picture of a picture. It's a black and white photo of the corner of US 220 and Main Street in Fincastle, before US 220 was ever built, circa 1910 or so. After this old mill was removed, my husband's grandfather built a store on this corner. That building still stands.



9) Random question: Come clean! Are there dirty dishes in your sink right now?

A. No. Generally, I do not leave dishes in the sink.

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Friday, September 16, 2022

Free Range Zoo

Last week, we took a drive up the road a bit to visit a drive-thru zoo. I am not a fan of zoos, but this was allegedly an open zoo with the animals roaming about on 180 acres. While that may sound like a lot of land, it is not. Not for as many animals as they had in there.

The safari place sells buckets of food, too, and you are supposed to feed the animals from your car. This means the animals are conditioned to think that car equals food. Most of the animals hang out at the entrance of the park, because obviously by the time you get to the middle or the end, you've given out all of your food.

I found it terrifying to have the car suddenly engulfed by a slew of domesticated wild animals. I still have llama slobber on my car window, my repayment for not purchasing the bucket of food.

The following pictures were taken through the car windows, so there is some glare and reflection.

This is what greets you when you drive over the cattle guard and into the safari area.

They don't like unopened windows. Yikes. This is a llama.

These are either fallow deer or axis deer. I am not sure which.

When I saw this, all I could think of was hakuna matata, from The Lion King. However, the guidebook doesn't say they have wart hogs. This may be a kune kune pig from New Zealand.

I think this is an eland, which hails from Africa.

This may be an elk.

I am not sure whether this is a blackbuck from India or a scimitar horned oryx from North Africa.

Some kind of deer. Fallow deer, maybe.

The little axis deer are very small. They came from India. There were a lot of them.

More deer.

Notice the field. There is little grass there for the animals to eat.

This is a blackbuck, which comes from India.

I think this was another elk.

They don't mind getting close.

These were resting a little distance from the car. I think they're elk.

Elk, I guess.

They had several white animals. In the wild, when we see albino deer on the farm, it generally means the herd is too large and there has been too much inbreeding.

This is an axis deer from India.

I think I liked the zebra the best. This is a "Grant's zebra' from West Africa and/or Zimbabwe.



This bird was huge. Ostrich, I think.

This was further into the park. The animals all came running toward the vehicles. Note again the lack of grass in the fields.

A kune kune pig from New Zealand.

A llama who is figuring out it should have gone to the front gate, I suspect.

You could see the giraffes but they were in a different fenced-in area and so they did not come near the car.

A fallow deer. They are found in Europe and Asia.

The farewell team of llamas.


We probably won't go back. We both thought the animals looked listless and sad. We know how many cattle we can run on the pastures of our farm, and it's not anywhere close to the number of animals on this small acreage. The organization feeds hay and there appeared to be a steady stream of cars behind us with the animal food, but this is not what I consider fun. It was a nice outing with my husband as far as that goes, but animals like these need to be roaming free. At the least, the herds of small deer and llamas need to be thinned out. There were too many ostriches, too.



Thursday, September 15, 2022

Thursday Thirteen

1. I have tried multiple times to create an account for my husband at our drugstore's website so I can keep up with his prescriptions, and every time it throws me out or won't accept it or whatever. I don't know if it's because we're using the same rewards card number or what, but it is awfully aggravating.

2. Yesterday I had to delete a comment from my Facebook page because someone called my husband names because he wants to stop getting the newspaper. The insult was uncalled for. I am not sure why people think they can write anything they want on these pages, or why they must be unkind.

3. Maybe unkind is the human default. It certainly seems to be at the moment, although I can remember when it didn't always feel like someone was out to get me.

4. My husband seems completely recovered from his hip replacement surgery. He took his time going back to his work and did his exercises. Patience in healing makes a difference.

5. I learned yesterday that tonsils can grow too big and even up into your sinuses. I had no idea. I had mine removed in 1993 because they stayed infected. The doctor told me at the time that I would be off work "a day or two" and I was off for two weeks. I never was able to get my final surgical checkup because the doctor passed away about four weeks after my surgery.

6. The headlines this morning indicate the possibility of a rail strike continues. I have no idea what comes in here by rail. Given that we have slow trains (no bullet trains like Europe and Japan), I suspect most of our goods are hauled by truck.

7. I asked my husband if I should be stocking up on anything. The only thing he is worried about is ketchup. He heard somewhere that there may be a tomato shortage because of drought in the west.

8. Shortages are good reminders of how connected we are, although I doubt most people look at it that way. But we should remember that the breeze from a butterfly over in Japan eventually affects someone in Virginia. Or that war in Ukraine affects grain quantity. Whatever. The connections are there. We may never know how, though.

9. September mornings remind me of school days, standing outside waiting on the bus. Usually, my brother and I stood together and argued. One morning, when I was feeling particularly melancholy, I asked him how he would feel if I'd never been born. "I would cry until I die," he replied. I have never forgotten that. It was such an honest and heartbreaking answer.

10. My brother and I fought constantly as children, but we are quite close as adults. Closer than many siblings, I find. We both know that at this particular moment in time, the two of us are the only ones who remember or know many things about the younger versions of ourselves. We are family not only by blood but because we choose to be.

11. We had some memorable fights as children, though. Once on the bus ride home, we began arguing over something, and he called me "a Playtex deodorant tampon," which upset all of the teenage girls on the bus and had me laughing hysterically. I remember it because so many other people heard it and were appalled.

12. I have no idea how I have bounced around so much in this entry. I thought I'd find a topic and stay there, but apparently my mind is all over the place at the moment.

13. Whew. The end!


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Wednesday, September 14, 2022

The Death Knell of The Roanoke Times

My husband's howl of frustration early yesterday morning had me out of my office chair and racing toward the kitchen.

"They did away with the comics. We won't be renewing our subscription," he announced as I turned the corner from the hall into the great room.

With that, our mutual 39-year love affair with The Roanoke Times will soon be at an end. Our subscription is up for renewal in about a month.

From the looks of it, we won't be getting a daily newspaper for the first time in our long marriage. And I, who have been reading the paper daily at least for the last 55 years, won't have that bit of information and entertainment to preoccupy me at breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

I always did like to read the paper with a meal.

The Roanoke Times and I go back a long way. I remember sitting at my grandparents' kitchen table, reading the front page, when I was five. I overheard my grandfather asking my grandma what I was doing, pretending to read the paper. I promptly began reading it aloud to him. My grandmother assured Grandpa that I didn't really understand what I was reading, I just knew the words.

She was wrong. And right. I was five, so of course I couldn't really understand the headlines of war in Vietnam, the numbers about budgets, the discussions of race, the talk of hippies. But I began to understand, and I suspect I understood more than the adults around me thought.

One of the first things my husband and I did after we married was obtain a subscription to The Roanoke Times & World News, as it was called then. We received the afternoon edition, which ended eventually and in 1995 the paper changed its name to The Roanoke Times and only put out a single daily edition.

I wrote for The Roanoke Times & World News for a while, freelancing for what they then called "The Neighbors" section. This was a pull-out magazine type of news with feature stories about various areas in it. I also covered graduations and occasionally ball games, calling those stories in "old school" - from the floor of a payphone at the Salem Civic Center or the high school. I'd sit in the little booth, glancing at my notes and making the story up in my head. I repeated it on the phone to Charlie Stebbins, who taught me to say things like "end graph" and "sub headline" or whatever the story called for, while I was quickly scanning my scribbles about pomp and circumstance or jump shots, composing in my brain. It had to be done then in order for the story to make the morning paper.

There were no delays.

This was in the late 1980s and early 1990s, I think. I did it for a few years, off and on.

I daresay few young writers today will ever have that experience, not with their laptops at the ready and the Internet satellites beaming their words instantaneously to the news editor's desk. They won't know what it is like to work with someone else to get a story out, not like that, anyway.

So, I have watched the decline of The Roanoke Times with dismay. It echoes what's going on around the nation, and I suppose the world. The younger generation turns to Instagram and social influencers for their news. They don't know the joy of reading a long, well-written and thoroughly researched article. They listen to podcasts to form their opinions, and we've created a vast echo chamber for one another. We can select to listen to only those folks we agree with. (And let's not forget to mention where the news actually comes from - newspapers like the dying Roanoke Times.)

At least in The Roanoke Times, which is not, as some people claim, a "liberal rag," there was a variety of opinions in the op-ed pages. Reporters' opinions were generally left outside of the story, though as the times changed and opinion reporting became more the norm in TV outlets, objective journalism began to fall by the wayside.

I still see good journalism, but most people, I have learned, read a story and only see what they want to agree with anyway, whether the story actually says what they think it says or not. Or at least that was my experience with the thousands of articles I wrote, because the Republicans thought I was one of theirs, and the Democrats thought I was one of theirs, and for decades I never said anything about which tribe I belonged to, and even today, when many people would label me a Democrat, I reject the label more and more, because there's not really a party out there that represents me. I am no one's huckleberry.

The Roanoke Times used to come to us on Sunday fat as a hog that was overfed the previous day, ads bursting from it, with articles from local reporters who busted their ass to investigate, and investigate thoroughly, the issue of the day. Some of those articles could be quite long, running on for pages.

I read them with relish.

But the advertising declined, and the paper thinned. Old reporters retired and were not replaced. Now, others have been forced out, and others still have jumped from what is obviously a nearly sunken ship.

The paper is attempting to go completely digital. Alienating those of us who still prefer paper is the way to do that, apparently, given the recent changes to the print edition. More and more, they want us to use our smart phones and hit the QR code (which is something I can barely manage, so I shudder to think what the older folks do) and visit the website.

There's something glorious about reading a paper, a thrill that I do not get reading the same thing on a computer screen. It's similar to holding a paperback instead of my Kindle; it's really not the same experience. It's also not an experience that folks under 30 comprehend, given a conversation I had today with a young friend who doesn't understand the allure of getting a little black ink on your hands while you are eating your chicken salad sandwich at lunch.

A newspaper is a work of art, full of other art forms. The advertisements could be an art, the comics are art - the writing frequently was (and sometimes still is) of the level of art. The newspapers I remember - not the skinny little things of today - were feasts of delight that had a little something in it for everyone, a virtual potluck of information and entertainment unmatched by anything else available.

And to think that the owners - hedge fund operators, really - have let this artform languish to the point of death is ghastly and appalling. To know that it is because of the almighty dollar bill is gut-wrenching.

To think that it was likely inevitable is the most depressing thought I will have today.

Thanks for the good times, The Roanoke Times. I salute what you once were and mourn what you have become.