Off the Internet, on Amtrak, reading The Funny Times

Dear Ones,

You should read The Funny Times. I must pay that subscription again soon. The Dec one arrives in the mail any day. The only time I ever didn’t read it in many years, was a lapsed month, Sept. 2001. My piano came to my house that week also. People know what happened in their lives that week. Anyway, I don’t let it lapse. I get it for my sister too. I am sure it is on line. I am not.

I fell off the internet last week, the Verizon receiver gadget broke — I need to reconsider my whole internet budget and plan. Suspended my services… there’s a coffee shop with wifi a mile from my house, I could organize my internet tasks and save money by hanging out there a few times a week. Or next month give in and call the TV guys to add the web signals to that satellite system/bills. All a bunch of small life office work hooey…

Then I went to Portland for 3 days, 15 hrs on Amtrak plus waiting times here and there, story-telling and editing with Friends, reading two whole books and a bunch of stuff from my writing group pals… three days wrapped in a thick word cocoon…   But then, oh no! I ran out of stuff to read two hours south of home. Torture, nothing to read!   Word withdrawal… agony! Silly me, leaving Ms. Nin’s diary at home, thinking that book too heavy…

I had the desperate idea of emailing a few of you dearest ones, my email-letter pals – “SOS! Send me something to read!” Even recommendations of things to read would be great, I could get them over the Amtrak wifi, I thought. I had the problem of not knowing which of you is most susceptible to the hero complex, of course. Many of my dearest pals are afflicted with hero inclinations, and I’m often grumpy about taking on the rescued princess, student, child, patient roles. I like to be Hero, myself. With no strong affinity for the mother, nurse, healer, teacher roles, I am a big sucker for the hero status. They know of my heroine addiction at my work– if they want me to work some shift, they just tell me it’s an emergency, knowing I will jump to the rescue. Hmm, remembering, yes, that’s how I’ve met so many of my life’s favorite people, taking on those shifts and tasks no one else could cover.   My inner self is a fireman I guess. Fireman Artist. Fire Woman Artist.

Anyway, the wifi on the train wouldn’t work for me either so I spared myself from begging anyone for anything! Then, digging down, I found The Funny Times in my baggage. Saved by Funny Times again. It’s my hero, in hospital rooms, waiting rooms, in reading droughts.

FTimes got me all the way home. Just saying, in case you get stuck somewhere too boring, it’s an easy amusing thing to read.   Laughter best medicine, etc…


Off the Internet, on Amtrak, reading The Funny Times — 1 Comment

  1. Calling all heroes! Virginia and Alice to the rescue! No fear. It really is a compulsion, isn’t it? I sometimes think of my hero complex as “fool rushing in where angels fear to tread.” But, yeah, for future reference, I’m one to put on your list, plus I check email multiple times most days. I’ve been in your shoes: stranded, no reading material! Terrible! Glad The Funny Times saved the day. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *