Saturday, February 28, 2009
Reid got a new pick-up. It's about time. I am so happy for him. He really deserved it. His old pickup had 270,000 miles on it. I don't know much about pickups but the new one is nice and has lots of bells and whistles. The thing I'm most jealous is the automatic start. He can start the truck from the house and have it warming up for him before he gets there. The thing he likes the most is his satellite radio. Reid and I do not agree on music. He love's jazz. I find it like listening to chalk on the black board. His favorite station sounds just like elevator music. When I'm in the pickup I feel like I need to push a button to the floor I'm going to. Yesterday he turned the channel from the elevator music to a sports game. Normally I would not be excited about listening to the continual drone of the sportscaster but yesterday, I've never been so glad to listen to a ballgame. It was like the elevator stopped and the door opened and I got off on my floor. Thank heavens for simple things.