Oasis in the Desert

Monday, August 8, 2011

My Life in the Television

THE TEMPERATURE RIGHT NOW

If you could see my indoor/outdoor magic thermometer, you would see that it is currently 104 on my front porch, in the shade.  Since our fine AT&T iphones do not work in our house, we have to step out on the porch to talk to anyone or the call drops.  Of course, AT&T says that we are in a HIGH reception area.  That being said, I have a new connection with the world.

SUMMER TELEVISION

We receive our Television via satellite and suffice to say, there have been no outages this summer, not a cloud in sight.  I have done numerous rain dances.  Learned those as a child when we would go to Indian pow-wows in Tonkawa, OK where I grew up. Sound like an indian town?  There is a casino there now, but eveyone knows that the Tonkawa Indians were cannibals in their heyday. Now, back to the many forms of entertainment received via the satellite.

RERUNS

Summer used to be filled with reruns, but no more.  We now have new reality programs to take over while real actors take their vacations.  We also have a DVR.  The world's mostest, bestest answer to zapping commercials.  I can record almost anything and zip right through the commercials.  Dish is really nice to give us a few days of IFC, HBO, and other movie channels.  I must record frantically.  IFC sometimes has 2 minute commercials. HA, zap those suckers.  A two hour movie can last 45 minutes less commercials.

TRAVEL

We long to go someplace cool and Dallas is not that place.  Soon we will travel again.  Until then, Gracias Dios...We have the Travel Channel.  More to come.  H, C, and Boo too

2 comments:

Larry Brewer said...

Cyn, this is the first time I have ever heard about the Tonkawa tribe being canibles. Wow! I would have thought that would have been a topic of conversation in my family since my Great Grandfather was the Indian Agent for the tribe.

Life and times of Lord Herbert said...

As you know, my mother owned the Prim Shop in downtown Tonkawa. She opened it when I was 8 years old. Across the street on the corner an old Indian used to sit and smoke his peace pipe. Mother used to invite him to her store and she would give him a llittle money. He told me the cannibal story and that was one I did NOT forget. Who knows, maaybe a long long time ago, it was true, maybe not. Best wishes for you in your life now. I think of you and Barbara often.