welcome to the 21st century...

Cody welcomed us to the 21st century this week. We had cable installed. We went from having about 8 possible channels (depending on the sunspots, etc) to having approximately 2 million choices. Yesterday we sat down to surf through a few to see what was out there for our entertainment. My goodness. We don't have enough time to watch a tenth of them. We even discovered some stations nobody in the world needs to see...ever...really! Debbie called and told them to take all that filth off our plan. They asked, "what filth"? She said, "ALL THAT FILTH!!! We don't want ANYTHING on that TV the grandkids can't watch!" Well they took care of it in a hurry let me tell you. We now have HGTV, Discovery, and two cartoon channels. Cody was right! Having cable does make watching TV easier. This past week I decided to start chipping away at all the things I wanted to do before I died. I bought a motor scooter on the internet. It is supposed to get here sometime next week. I've mentioned before how much I would like to have a scooter. I'm excited. I found it on a site selling Chinese scooters at rock bottom prices. The one I chose looks like a Vespa (popular in the 50's for those not savvy to the great periods of time). I had a choice of colors so naturally I chose baby blue. I always saw myself scooting down the road on a baby blue Vespa. They were out of baby blue. I said I could settle for red. Red was always my secondary back up daydream. They were out of red. I asked what choices I had left in color. They had black, apple green, silver, and pink. I chose apple green. I always dreamed about having an apple green Vespa if the world ran out of baby blue or red ones. They told me I could get a really good deal on a pink one because they weren't selling so well. I declined. It's going to be hard enough looking tough and macho riding apple green. I mentioned at work I had finally broken down and "bought a bike to ride to work". The mentality of that particular group assumed I had bought a Hawg. One of the guys slapped me on the back and told me he had a spare helmet I could have. It felt good being part of the crowd finally. I hate to show up on that little green scooter next week when they find out my Hawg is really a little piglet. I hope I can ride it better than the time I tried to learn to ride David O's 50cc Honda. I got on it and he climbed on back to show me what to do. I started it with my first kick. It roared into life with the sound of a giant mosquito. He told me to squueze the clutch and pop it into first. I did it like a pro. He told me to S-L-O-W-L-Y let the clutch out while gently increased the rpms. He didn't get the last part out because when he hit the ground on his back all the air in his lungs left him. I did a 50 foot wheelie before losing control and falling off the back myself. The little Honda traveled another 20 or so feet all on its own. It was amazing.