My new Kindle

It came today because I added four dollars to the cost for shipping and it took less than 24 hours to be delivered. Why? Well, my father always said, “I never could teach you patience” and because I wanted to be able to have it up and working before Der Bingle gets here Friday evening.

I had the idea I would have to do all this registering stuff and transferring from my computer, but no, it came with ALL THAT DONE. My granddaughter – when she was four or so – thought Amazon. com was Amazing.com. I’m beginning to think she was right.

So today I did true Kindle reading; it is a little different from reading on my laptop, but I think it is just a matter of adjusting from one format to another. I guess this device will do other things and I will experiment with that later.

Maybe I’ll sign up for the New Yorker on it; it’s supposed to be cheap, but until I let my subscription run out I was getting it for between $25 and $36  a year. I would hold out renewing until they hit their rock bottom price; I think I just didn’t renew a couple of years ago because at the crucial moment, I got irked with some article or attitude.

Der Bingle pointed out that your Kindle will read to you. Okay, I have never liked to be read to and reminded him of that and he pointed out well . . .  there might be a time . . . when . . .  uh . . .  infirmity . . .  and all that.

So  . . .  well . . . okay.

I heard rumors that Cameron was riding with his grandpa down I-75 connected through 3G to news stories . . . but, then again, I get carsick. My folks used to take a coffee can with us and to this day, I do not drink coffee and hurry past shops where it is sold.

So, maybe the being read to thing is not the bad option I assumed it would be – as long as the reader doesn’t act – just the words, please, nice and clean and non-committal.