Out Of An Abundance Of Caution

I am up in NJ this week, supposedly helping my mother with several tasks, not the least of which is celebrating her 39th birthday on Sunday.  She’s very happy that her 60-year-old son can celebrate her 39th birthday with her. (wink-wink)

Not much to do as all outside plans have been canceled. Dinners/visits with friends and other family members…not happening.

I have come to learn that there is nothing worthwhile on TV (which I already sort of knew) and have been subjected to programs that make The Jerry Springer Show look like a Southern Baptist Bible study.  Call me an old, white guy (because I am) but it’s shocking.

The most difficult thing to watch, however, are the self-absorbed, over-paid “News On-Air Talent” who are sharing how hard it is for them to do their jobs. Folks who have staff to go out and fight the crowds for toilet paper (still trying to figure that crisis out?) and have the networks set up mini studios in their homes.

If I hear the phrase “Out of an abundance of caution. . . ” uttered by a smiling, size 1 (or the male equivalent) reporter again, I just might throw something through the TV, making my mother very unhappy.

Aside from that, we are having a great time….setting up her new iPad, Facetiming with baby Adeline, buying a new car (they came to the house… the new way of doing business),  and getting her taxes ready.

Since I mentioned my old neighbor, Jerry Springer (I knew him when I lived in Cincinnati in 1982-83) here is a fun song, by that fun band, The Good Rats.