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My Favorite Tempest

So, I’ve been listening to tunes at work and I work in this “extra” shielded building, which has some sort of tempest protection that does not allow easily the passage of radio waves. What’s interesting is that, at first, this really bothered me. I mean, poor radio reception is a clear indication that you have approached the end of the world, right?

But lately, something strange has happened. I’m finding I actually like having a limited array of stations from which to choose. At first, I found that I really missed the smooth jazz station. Now, I appreciate the “easy listening” station and recognize fully the differences between these two types of music. (I used to think that smooth jazz were merely the yuppie suburban term for “easy listening.”)

The discussion of radio stations brings me to a larger sentiment. It’s easy to complain or to find fault, but much more difficult to enjoy what you have. You would have thought that I would have learned this durning the recent economic downturn, and that I wouldn’t need a lack of radio stations to remind me, but I find reminders in the little things. And a radio station really is a little thing, when you think about it. I mean, I don’t need to listen, it’s just a nice perk, right?

Plus there’s just something really nice knowing that I’m protected from those big bad radio waves in the sky. I have my own little safe harbor, since my office is at the end of the hallway, I can see the sun and enjoy the view out the window, but I’m also protected from virus scan, UV rays and various radio frequencies. I feel safer already, don’t you?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.


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