Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My old friends

Do you know the feeling that you get when you've just finish reading a book and you realize that the characters are gone..that they are now closed within the pages- destined to the dusty shelve, and that your relationship with them, one that was so deep and colorful yesterday, today, is finished, over.. kaput.

Well, this is how I feel about the staff of NPR, National Public Radio. I love them, maybe too much. There's a slight obsession in the power of my emotions that might teeter my love to the side of unhealthy.

NPR acts as the morning alarm clock in our house. The first alarm is set for an hour before we have to get up, allowing for an entire hour of blissful listening. The second goes off an hour later, and by then- hopefully, morning addition is on it's second round and we are, or at least, I am ready to face the world.

Yesterday, in the wee hours of the morning , somewhere around 8:30- don't hate us because we have no children, Steve Inskeep was telling us that Barack has been deep in the process of choosing his cabinet.

This was Chris's response, remember, these are his first words of the day:

"Hmm, I'm thinking that he should go with a Knotty Pine, or maybe something a little more exotic.... like a nice Brazilian Cherry.."

Who do I love more, my old friends in the radio... or my wonderful husband? Can they tie? Maybe that's too weird.