1. If you've been reading this blog for the last several years, you might remember that we kept our television in our house's front bedroom (which we've never used as a bedroom) and I called it the Vizio room. I won't go into the mind-numbing details, but a few years ago we moved the television into the living room.
Today, March 3, 2026, however, marked the resurrection of the Vizio room. I won't numb you with all the details of this development but suffice it to say that I am very happy. Debbie bought a cover for the chair and ottoman in this room. I'm using them again. I have speakers hooked to the television. I now have the hang of casting content from my laptop or phone to the television.
I returned to the Criterion Channel today. I watched about ten trailers on Netflix. I cast the first episode of David Attenborough's documentary series, The Private Life of Plants from archive.org to the Vizio.
I watched the first twenty minutes of an hour-long cat documentary on Netflix entitled, Inside the Mind of a Cat.
During the heyday of the Vizio room, I listened to music, read books, watched ball games, movies, and other stuff on television and it's awesome to have it back in operation.
It's also Copper's room and while he's never wanted to be on my lap, he does like finding spots to relax and sleep close to where I'm sitting. We'll enjoy sharing the Vizio room.
We have more things to do to further develop the Vizio room, but it's a boon for me to have brought it back to life again.
2. This afternoon rearranging of our household came about because as I was vacuuming the living room rug in preparation for family dinner tonight, we suddenly decided to dispose of this old and dog/cat worn rug and Debbie brought a much smaller rug she had upstairs in its place.
We had time to do this on a family dinner night because Debbie had decided to keep dinner very simple. She combined Campbell's tomato soup, a box/carton of tomato soup, and fire-roasted tomatoes together and she used bread she'd baked on Saturday to make grilled cheese sandwiches. Carol and Paul brought chips. Christy brought ice cream sandwiches.
And PRESTO!
We had a throwback dinner, a retro dinner and it was superb.
In fact, later in the evening I confided to Debbie (and now to all of you!) that I would be ecstatic if every family dinner were a simple soup accompanied by a great sandwich.
I don't really want that to approach to come to pass, but I hope one day we'll come back to some variation on the dinner Debbie fixed us tonight.
3. Paul and Carol took one of their students to the Fox Saturday night to hear the Spokane Symphony play the soundtrack to Batman (1989) while the movie played.
I could hardly wait for them to arrive for dinner so I could listen to Paul and Carol talk about their experience and what a good time their student had.
Later on, we learned that Carol and Paul are reading Crime and Punishment with an adult friend of theirs. They recently read The Odyssey together and seem to be in a groove of slowly working their way through massive and complicated works of literature.
Before we knew it, thanks, in part, to another book Paul is reading, we started talking about Russian history and its many contradictions and complexities.
A couple weeks ago, the Great Course I've been listening to delved into Russian composers and the lecturer explored Russian history and surveyed Russia's folk music tradition.
I never dreamed I'd have the opportunity to contribute some of the things I learned from the Great Course and from the Russian History course I took at Whitworth in 1974, but, lo and behold, some of the things I learned were relevant tonight and it felt really good not have a chance to talk about it rather than just have what I've learned stuck head untalked about.
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