I have a new thing. In the daily hustle and bustle, my things keep me interested and entertained. Life would be pretty boring without them.
My friends and family give me a familiar amused smile whenever they hear me proclaim, I have a new thing. Last time, my thing was to see how long it would take to see a license plate from every state around my town. I started with a bang last April 17 (another benefit of living at the junction of two major interstates) but now I only have one left. New Hampshire. I figured Hawaii or Alaska would be the toughest. Negative. Turns out not too many Rhode Islander or Hampshirer (Hampshiranese? Hampshi? Hampshiranian? Hampsholish? *Snort* Ha!) vehicles run through this Midwest metropolis. At least not when I’m on the road.
Today, I stumbled upon my new thing. I’m not actually sure how this idea came to be, but it probably had something to do with the same three stations always simultaneously on commercial break. So a new thing was born: listen to a new radio station every day. Every stop on the AM and FM dials. How neat to experience new music and radio shows? I love doing it out of town (Sunday morning Polka in Wisconsin anyone?) so why not in my wonderful hometown?
Today, I set my radio to the lowest frequency permitted and pressed the magic ‘search’ button. It landed on a pledge drive. Ugh. I stuck it out and discovered the loveliness that is jazz. I spent the morning commute wishing I was enjoying the warming blanket of a glass of wine while listening to the crickets and frogs at dusk in the perfect heat of a summer’s night. Mmmmmm…jazz. I didn’t really get it, but I sure did enjoy it.
Regardless of what I stumble into, I decided I won’t change the radio station for 24 hours. No matter what. Unless it’s religious music. I just can’t do it. Instead I’ll play sports and political talk roulette. The only thing I can think of that would be more painful than play-by-play baseball is being trapped in a car with Rush Limbaugh. But I’m no quitter. I will gut out a booball game or that knuckle dragger like a champ. Besides, that’s what the volume button is for.
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