Gramma cooked all of us a turkey dinner today. Extra gravy on everything for me.
Afterwards, we watched the first episode of High Score, a documentary about the origin of video games. I listened to the programmer who built the E.T. video game for Atari back in 1982, as he explained how he rushed to have it done for the Christmas shopping season. He actually admitted he made the worst video game ever. I felt vindicated as I remembered sitting in front of the TV with the controller unable to get E.T. out of the pit. Unreal! It seemed like he knew what he did to us.
McFly is a bit less stiff today. Tomorrow we’ll call the vet.
Another walk today. I made it up to the highest point in the Christmas tree field, looked out over this little part of Massachusetts. You’d never know the Pike goes right through, except for that faint humming of engines in the distance.
I thought about how hard it is to ask for help, to ask for what we need. Well, it is for me anyways. And others I know too. Therefore, my very unscientific hypothesis is that it’s hard for most of us to ask for what we need. And then I thought of 2020. I thought of all of us out there in the world needing things. And not asking for them.
Here we come 2021. Please be kind to us.