When I was young my parents would listen to John Dunning's "Old Time Radio". It was a show on KHOW, where my mother also had a Sunday evening show about finding deals in Denver. "Old Time Radio" was rebroadcasting of old radio shows, complete with Lucky Strike commercials. At the time I knew it was neat. To listen to these old shows, mysteries, westerns, I didn't always have the patience for them, but listening to them made me feel safe and warm.
I knew that WAMU had an old time radio show, because I had heard the host helping out with the fall fund drive. I just turned on "The Big Broadcast" because I screwed up my radio and I don't know if I'll manage to get it to play my ipod anymore. At the moment I don't mind, though I'm sure that particularly apathy may pass.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Some of these days
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Originally uploaded by Rachel Ariel.
Snowy Sundays are perfect for laundry and reading. Which is what I've been doing all day, though it didn't actually start snowing until about two hours ago. I haven't gotten dressed, I haven't showered, I've just been drinking tea and reading and listening to music that was old when my dad was born.
I've stopped waiting for the phone to ring, stopped hoping that the people who say they will call will call. It's a disappointing, but also liberating feeling.
The streets are pretty deserted, and I have a feeling it would be a good afternoon to go to the grocery store, which i need to do desperately, but I can't quite bring myself to get dressed and venture outside. And that is also part of the beauty of Sundays (that, and eating cookies for breakfast).
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