music all around
It was my Xmas present to me.
Looking for clock radio reviews online, I stumbled onto a Boston Acoustics website with a refurbished Solo Horizon clock radio. I never heard of BA before and I couldn’t tell much about it from the tiny picture, but it was $29.99, so what could be so bad, right? It’s just a clock radio, for heaven’s sake.
Well, the product looks like it could survive an earthquake. Not only is it heavy, it’s encased in some kind of mystery material that could line submarines. The dial rotates so it can sit vertically or horizontally, depending on the space you have. Touch the dial rim anywhere, that’s the snooze button.
Best of all, it sounds good.
The only issue was setting the alarm. The radio has three knobs and they’re all multipurpose, they go around and can be pushed in and out for various modes, etc.
I thought I had it set. I failed. Think I’ve figured it out now.
Better — and something I didn’t anticipate — I can have music all over the house now, from the little Tivoli radio in the kitchen to the stereo covering the living and dining rooms to the little Solo in the bedroom!
Tres cool.
Alex and Christmas
I just assembled and hung on the porch a new Moravian star… thinking about Alex and missing him terribly.. he LOVED Christmas, loved the trees and the ornaments and all the stuff that went with. He and Herb Reichert got an electric train running around the tree one of our first Christmases in this house… and then later, in his apartment upstairs, he had a tree with his own little train going around it.
The star has become so important to me, not just as a symbol of the light returning to the world, but of the light Alex was and brought wherever he went. I left the star lit after Christmas 2001, and it stayed on after he died in January 2002. By July the bulb had burned out, but I didn’t take the star down, had other serious stuff on my mind.
The day of my 64th birthday, November 8, 2002, the star lit up, and stayed lit for two days.
I knew it was Alex sending me love.
Alex, I will love you forever.
I feel like one of those patients in an Oliver Sacks book, who’s been in a coma for 25 or 30 years and just waked up… and I’ll never catch up.
It isn’t anyone’s fault, but I’ve been out of the loop so long, missing most music and art and books, and I look at the You Tube things and don’t know whether to laugh or cry… there’s a feast out there but I don’t know where to begin eating..
