What clues you in that the holiday season is about to rear its ugly head?
Is it the stores putting up their Christmas decorations the day after Halloween?
Let me tell you or our families sinister wakeup call.
First, some background: Momma Vorlon is a spry 77 earth years old. She still has all her marbles, but she makes a Luddite look high tech. When she moved to the old folk’s ranch in the butt-end of nowhere, she mourned the loss of hearing her favorite music on the radio.
Now let me put this in prospective—she can get confused by light switches.
I have to drive over there to get the messages off her answering machine.
Now to cure her music issue, we got her a satellite radio for Mothers day. Once it was set up on her favorite station, she was pleased as punch. She had her house filled with her era’s music, and all was right with the world.
Until I got the phone call.
Her voice on the other end of the line sounded a tad exasperated. “The radio only has crazy music on it, AND IT WONT CHANGE.”
Ok, I thought, this sounds like a good one. I gathered up my resident troubleshooter, 15 year old Vorlon Jr. We set off on the 30 mile trek to the Old Folks Oasis.
Upon arrival we were met in the driveway. “Still doing it” we were informed.
We entered the house to discover that XM had made a slight programming change.
Instead of Frank Sinatra, we were getting a revised version of ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’ modified to ‘Don’t Worry, Be Kosher’.
Yes, Hanukkah music.
I thought Vorlon Jr. was going to hurl he was laughing so hard.
And the reason she could not change the station?
Seems she had started decorating, and had draped Christmas garland over the eye for the remote.
At least I had two messages to remove from the answering machine………