Mr. Timothy, and Other Things
Fri., January 30, 02:09 PM
Well, I supposed I should say something about Mr. Timothy, inasmuch as I’ve been stringing you along all this time. It’s not a bad story; I still am not quite sure what it’s about.
We’ve got Timothy Cratchit, grown up and with no crutch – in fact, no more than a limp after the curative treatments “Uncle N” paid for. This is 1860 London. It takes place at Christmas time, but it’s not about Christmas. Timothy sees ghosts – or thinks he does. He asks Uncle N if he has any experience in that matter, but Scrooge isn’t telling. It’s not about ghosts anyway.
What it seems to be about is a mid-19th century Caped Crusader. (Okay, it’s not a cape, it’s Bob Cratchit’s old comforter.) Timothy is trying to destroy Evil. (Yeah, it really is Evil.) He gets himself beaten up, he gets thrown into jail, he nearly drowns. He actually gets the Bad Guys, with the help of one honest policeman he can find, one of Scrooge’s acquaintances. And everyone lives happily after?
It’s hard to say. He has taken care of the street urchins, at least for now. The madam? Well, I have no doubt that she will find another town to ply her trade and, since the demand doesn’t decrease, one of her girls will probably continue to run the old house.
And Timothy? He’s off on a new adventure. It sounds like fun. I wonder if there’ll be another book – one that will make a little more sense to me.
I was out this morning first thing, an eight o’clock appointment with the eye doctor. He made a minor change in my prescription, but other than that, nothing’s changed. Cataracts will be someday in the future. No glaucoma. No retinal damage. No diabetes damage. My eyes are older – big news – but they are healthy. I am thankful for small favors.
When I got home, I went into Bosslawyer’s e-mail and called him with the news. Well, I told him I don’t have to work an extra day just to vet his e-mail. He’s just not curious enough to want to do it himself. Pfft!
Quote of the day: I’m sorry I don’t have the details on this; I heard the tail end on the radio. It’s from a coach battling cancer and getting inspiration from his team. “Pumping that stuff (chemo) into your body isn’t good,” he says. “I have good days, and I have bad days. I’m just glad to have days.”
It’s so pretty outside, and my eyes are almost back to normal, but I still haven’t made up my mind about going out again. It’s so cold I hate to be out in it. (I made a short stop at Sam’s on the way home.) Despite what I told Trinity63, I do the occasional odds and ends around the house.
Later…
