With  this thing in the palm of my hand I can tune into satellites, my TV,  DVDs and even AUX, which I assume means Auxilliary items whichI have no clue what those are.  

I can control the universe...at least my little portion of it, at least I can pretend I do.

There's that one little red button turns the system on.  The other red one , the TV itself.  There is menu for settings and images control.  

​There is the Guide Button to reveal the thousands and thousands of choices from hundreds and hundreds of analog and digital stations that provide viewing choices galore from the CBS Evening News to Golden Girls reruns to documentaries on everything from Aardvarks to Zoology.  

I can instantly hit the Recall button to return to the previously watched station and to remind myself what I was watching just a bit ago before I go intrigued by Nova or Home & Garden TV.  With the DVR I can watch all the programs I have recorded to watch some other time and usually have already lost interest in, or watched live and forgotten.  

If I choose, I can play a PIP,  (Picture in Picture), to watch one program while waiting for something interesting to happen on another.   If I were inclined, I could track baseball, football, basketball, golf, hockey and ping pong quite easily.

That device in my hand has the magical ability to help me find something that will entertain and delight me.  Maybe it will show me the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.  Perhaps I will just watch the latest episode of Days of Our Lives to find out who came back from the dead this week.

The choices seem endless.  

And yet I wonder how is it those channels can offer so many temptatations and not one of them I am in the mood for?

So I guess when I hold this remote, I feel I am in control of something that will transport me to another realm, a different reality, as Rod Serling said at the beginning of The Twilight Zone each week:  

"It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone".

To quell boredom or satisfy the need to be entertained.  In the end, though, even I know, the chances are, indeed, remote.

Sometimes I find myself with nothing to say.  Perhaps this is one of those times.  I have been struggling and avoiding sitting down to blog/write today.  Nothing to say.  Or perhaps I just didn't feel like saying anything.  That's always a good excuse.  "Why were you so quiet?"   "Nothing to say."  "Well that about says it all."

Truth is there is always something to say.  Sometimes I just choose not to say it.  And honestly, to anyone who is really listening, really hearing what is actually being said, even in silence, knows that it is not true.  No one really has nothing to say.  They or I just think they have nothing to say....or are afraid to say what they want to say....or are just so done, that to say anything amounts to nothing.

So here it is.  My nothing to say, said outlaid.  Take it for what you will.   I hope you realize, like I just did, nothing said, is saying a lot.

I was taking pictures for an estate sale and came across this old Ford Motor Company car radio in the garage.  It is little dusty and dirty, but I bet anything it would still work if connected properly.  I wonder if it would work without having to be installed in an old Ford?  I don't see why it wouldn't.  

It looks like it is just an AM receiver.  I guess that means it is very, very old.  I like the dial and the large numbers with the red station indicator.  The push-buttons were probably for presets.  I can just imagine the voices from the past that probably came forth.  Maybe an FDR fireside chat or KC Kasem counting down the hits.  The music would range from jitterbug to classical to rock and roll and maybe even some golden oldies.  News weather and sports on the fives.  

Wouldn't be cool to turn the dial and tune into the past?  I believe there ar time capsules are inside this ancient device.  No, really, it is more than just my imagination.  I'll bet every sound wave ever emitted is still lodged somewhere inside the RAM of this machine.

Ah, I would love to use this as a time machine to travel back to simpler times, when TV was black and white and there were only three stations.  This radio probably pre-dates the advent of television!  But alas, if we did get it working, it would probably tune its transmit from the airwaves of today.  Talking heads and modern music.  What else is on AM radio these days, anyway?   I tend to listen to NPR on FM.

I think this device  is a work of art and deserves a place in a nice display case.  I'd love to see it actually all hooked up and ready to go, just as it was for so many years in some old Ford, now long gone.    It is a fascinating relic of history,  plus I really want to push those buttons to see what memories emerge.

Lately I find myself visiting the refrigerator more often.  Sometimes I am hungry.  Sometimes I am bored.  Sometimes I am looking for answers.  I'm sure the answers must be inside.  I'm just not seeing them.  It is the latter that concerns me the most,  All suggest more mindfulness.

I go to the door and open it without thinking.  I might have just done the same a few minutes before.  Hunger?  For food or drink, I am sure.  But I never see that one thing that will satisfy whatever is hungry in me.  Sometimes I drink a bit of orange juice or water.  I nibble on the cut up oranges or apples in glass containers.  (It really does help to do this as eating an entire orange or apple can be quite intimidating).   

Sometimes I go directly for the good stuff in the freezer.  Ice cream!  Remarkably, I usually save this treat for evening.  I do have some discipline, you know.

Often after not finding what might be the answer, I go to the pantry.  I look for that perfect snack.  Crackers, chips, M&Ms.  Sometimes just cereal is good.  Again I nibble.  Again I am only temporarily sated.

You know I really think it is not hunger that drives me, but boredom or a feeling of emptiness that inspires this behavior.  I remember a long time ago when I studied psychology in college this was a subject of discussion.  I think they still talk about it occasionally on Live with Kelly & Ryan or The View or even Ellen.  It  is a subconscious way of quelling the disquiet in our lives.  Eatng pushes those feelings down.  But, frankly, even knowing this, does not stop me.  

So there you have it.  The X-Files always said "The answer is out there."   I  disagree.  I truly believe the answer is inside.  Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place.  Maybe it isn't inside the fridge, but, sigh,  inside me.  Oh, phoo.  Not nearly the immediate gratification I was seeking, but to be honest, in the long run, it might lead to a much longer lasting feeling of satisfaction.    I think they call it meditation or internal examination.  Whatever it might be called, it is always there, inside.  And that's the undeniable truth.  
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There is light at the end of the tunnel.  If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning.  There is the hope of a vaccine against the dread coronavirus.  People are standing up in unity more and more for social justice.  Every day does bring its new challenge.  A tweet, a shot in the night, new statistics that alarm.  

We will survive.  

This picture of a tunnel under of castle somewhere in Italy reminds me of that.  It may be dark and dank without much hope, but if I persevere, I will emerge into the light of day.  And carry on.

But wait.

What kind of day will we be entering?  What will we find when we emerge for this long, harrowing journey?  Everything seems to have changed...and not for the better.  And yet I hold on to a hope that we as people will emerge as better people.  I keep my hands folded that people will see the light.

I can dream, can't I?  



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