And the feeling in my stomach when my son climbs on the hulking yellow bus and rides away from me. I'm not going to write about that either, because I don't want to ponder the empty feeling in my stomach that has nothing to do with an inadequate breakfast. I choose not to dwell on his fleeting childhood that I am free to witness, but never to slow or delay. The uneasy feeling that time is slipping away from me, and moments are passing more quickly than I can record them—I'm not going to write about that.
Maybe I could write about how I recently canned homemade items from garden produce. That would be a happy post, right? Well, no. Not when I remember how much work and how many tomatoes go into creating a very small assortment of canned goods. Besides, I've already written about it here and here.
Hey, I know! I'll write a letter!
Dear Makers of the Kindle E-Reader:
I am the owner of an older model Kindle Fire. I love it, except for one design flaw—when I'm sitting in reasonably bright light, reading from the Kindle, I have to place the reader in such a position that I see my own, awful, loose-skinned lower neck reflected back at me from the smooth surface of the reader. The sight of that hideous neck skin is so ugly, and so much resembles a turkey wattle, that I am sickened and thus rendered too ill to finish my Kindle activity. I'm guessing that you've already addressed this flaw in newer models of the Kindle Fire, but that doesn't help me as I am unable to part with that much cash again when I have a perfectly good Fire in my hands already. Perhaps you offer some kind of beauty filter? A scrim of sorts to fit over the Kindle surface, something that will soften or alter the appearance of my awful lower neck? I'll hope to hear back from you soon with a solution to this issue.
There, that ought to do it for today. Happy Labor Day weekend!
2 comments:
If I had a super power, it would be either to stop time or to use teleportation to get to places. Being a parent really makes me yearn for the former.
Maybe while the Kindle people are working on the beauty filter, someone else can invent a cream that actually rubs away cellulite. Is it too much to ask to be able to sit indian-style (not PC to say that, I am sure) in shorts without having to see that grossness on my legs?!
Yes, time is definitely going by more quickly than I'd choose. And I'll take some of that magic cream... I don't even have to SIT that way to see the hideousness!
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