Saturday, May 16, 2015
Out of Habit
A friend is stretching on the floor. I told her, "Make sure you do your Kegels." I want the cat to go and help her, but she just leans against my leg. And then, just like that, as soon as I wrote it, she ran to see what's going on. Hmm. I'm not sure what to make of that.
I'm posting out of a sense of habit and duty. I really don't have anything to say. I mean I don't have anything I should or can say. I need to start another blog for that. Deep cover. Maybe on the dark web.
And so. . . I'll report. I read an article in the Times today about the growing number of people who travel alone. There are many companies that accommodate single travelers now, the article reports. But I wonder. . . does that qualify as traveling alone? Maybe that is not what the article said now that I am thinking about it. Perhaps it was simply about the single traveler. Someday, perhaps, as I get older, I will try one of those companies to some exotic place. I am picturing a movie by Merchant/Ivory, all British and lovely.
It might be an antidote to the increasing robotization of the American workforce. Reviews of two books point out that as corporations have become more automated, Americans must do more work, from booking their own flights (no more travel agents) to pumping their own gas (death of the attendant). Much of the leisure time automatization was supposed to offer us has been taken up by "self-service."
Perhaps it would be nice to have someone take care of the travel details. Say. . . to Africa. Lisa, do you know anyone? Ha!
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