August 26th, 2007

krazy koati

Well done Sister Suffragette!

The first day with my parents back saw my father catching up on all the awful Loudmouth Blowhards Screaming which passes for ``analysis'' on news shows. If I weren't so innocent-minded I would have just deleted what was saved off Tivo, but I get irritated when he deletes my stuff so I suppose fair's fair. But I jumped at a pretty flimsy excuse to go to the library -- I'm not out of stuff to read, although I could use some book-on-tape-or-CD material for the drive into extruded office product. As I warned I was about to leave, my mother asked if I minded if she came along, which I'd not at all expected. It turns out that after living in the new house for seven years now she's finally decided to get a library card. (They had moved south one county, as traditional in their moves; I don't know what will happen if they reach Cape May County.)

Since the last time my mother got a library card a few things have changed, some rather small, like the library card now having a bar code and including a keychain version. A bigger change is the self-service checkout machines, which my mother didn't know how to work. She has used the self-service checkout at the supermarket, though she doesn't like it on the grounds that it's slower and insists on explaining how to scan the bar-code of an item every -- single -- time. But the self-service checkout at the library wasn't working, and I finally pinned down the reason: the self-service stations on the second floor of this branch have never worked. Sometimes they put up ``out of order'' signs, but not always. At a checkout station that worked she was much more successful.

On the way back my mother pointed out that I wasn't going the most efficient way there. Well, that's because the roads in this part of the state never meet at right angles, and I know that if two roads start out nearly parallel to one another they'll diverge rapidly and never return. It's a geographic anomaly which discourages the seeking out of alternate routes since it's remarkable enough when there exists even the one path to a destination. I suppose in the seven years she has been here, she's learned a few of the wormholes suitable for driving. On the other hand, I got a library card first.

Shortly before dinner my father asked if we wanted chips and salsa. I think the diet may have passed.

Trivia: In 1785 Pease & Sykes's stage coach line received the first contract to carry mail for the United States. Source: The Old Post Road, Stewart H Holbrook.

Currently Reading: The Continent of Lies, James Morrow. Virtual reality stuff through genetically modified fruits (apples, of course), a badnasty jumpjump trying to brainwash the masses, that sort of thing. I can see how it should be funny, although it didn't quite make me merry.