Ramble with Storm: Luddites, provincialism & Bears vs Packers

Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, our family’s mixed Lab.

I am a Luddite at heart.

My kids bought me the one thing I really wanted for Christmas, Date-Tip Gloves. But do you think I remember to wear the gloves. Not a chance. They are still on my night stand.

Instead, when taking photos, I pull off my gloves and tuck them under my arms while I take photos.

I come kicking and screaming into the 21st Century.

I did get my new (used by my older photographer brother) Olympus working again. I find it easier to use the old style of camera rather than relying on the cell phone camera.

I found a rather surprising article by Thomas Pynchon on the modern world and Luddites. I say surprising because it was something written by Pynchon that was readable.

Yes, I am a Luddite, but at least I am not provincial.

This week has been all about Bears Packers in the Chicago sports world. I even heard some people saying NBC was stupid not to have that game on Sunday night.

No, sorry, as big and historic Packers vs the Bears at Soldier Field will be, it is no match on the national stage for Eagles at Cowboys.

That provincialism is one thing that bothers me about Chicago sports, always has. I find it unbecoming in one of the greatest urban areas in the world.

Canada geese raised a serious racket on the lake to the west, but they did not fly out to feed as we crossed the side rail separating the town from the wildness of the town pond.

I took the photo above coming off the extended portion of the extended ramble, just to document the scene before the winter weather returns with a vengeance later today and this week.

I would like to take a comparison photo tomorrow morning, but the weather forecast makes me wonder if the meathead and I will actually make it that far.

After the 50s of yesterday afternoon, I did not like the look of the sloppy top to the ice, so we did not do our usual walk on the ice. I am sure it will be far different tomorrow morning.

Back home, a gray squirrel hopped across the street and up the neighbor’s maple. I am sure it was prepping for what is coming.

Looks like a perfect afternoon to settle into the Packers and Bears.