Murder She Wrote is on again…
Our cable at Cassenda often didn’t work and the stations in my hotel room are not very good. Skynews and a European version of CNN is about the best thing we have going. You would be surprised how little you might miss TV if you didn’t have it though. That being said, when quality shows are on, I am not one to turn off the TV. I have been dog sitting Jax all week and my friend has Apple TV. I watched most of the first season of Glee and Modern Family. Good stuff.
Regardless of if I have TV or not, I do a lot of reading in Angola. I never really liked fiction until I started reading it the past year. I am reading a good book now called Breakfast With Buddha. It’s not going to win the Noble Prize for Literature, but it is still an easy and enjoyable read that makes you think about the life we lead and the beliefs we hold. I am not going to provide a summary of the book here but there is a paragraph in the first few pages that I can agree with. It reads…
If I can risk a sweeping observations, it seems to me that life often works that way: You ask a certain question again and again, in a sincere fashion, and the answer appears. But, in my experience, at least, that answer arrives according to its own mysterious celestial timing, and often in disguise. And it comes in a way you’re not prepared for, or don’t want, or can’t, at first, accept.
