For ten years I've tried everything to feel joy again -- pills, refreshments, meditation, prayer, therapy, trips -- who knew the answer was my new best friend iPod.
Today Joe gave me his "old" iPod because he wanted a video iPod.
As someone who remembers being unable to play any of the eleven songs in my collection because I stepped on the last of the little do-jiggers that fit inside the hole in the 45, iPod is Good.
For the day, iPod kicked the S70 off as Nancy's favorite toy.
I have survived the record, the eight track, the cassette tape and the CD -- and I know ten ways to destroy every one of them.
New tricks old dog can learn.
Great joy This Thing gives me.
May The Pod be with you.
Comments