Relative Something

One of the things I find myself enjoying during this midterm election season is what I call “actively ignoring” the onslaught of messages from campaigns. Since I have never opened one of the messages to see if there is an unsubscribe feature, they just keep coming.

I like to move them to the trash as fast as they arrive. Bing, bang, boom. Delete, delete, delete. For all of the energy someone puts into these solicitations, it is getting effortlessly tossed aside without a glance.

That’s not entirely true. I do get some pleasure out of noticing the first few words of phrasing to “not bother me,” “not asking for money,” “not begging,” “hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” “please, please, please,” “this is the last, last time.”

It’s an attempt at clickbait that never comes close to working for them.

It reminds me a little of the NY Times games subscription campaign where they have been announcing the last day to get their “75% off price” for several years. Sure. Last day. Uh huh.

There’s a smug self-satisfaction I get from not wasting any more time than it takes to swipe left on my phone to trash each email.

The roofing crew finished every last detail yesterday and did an impressive job of cleaning up after the very messy process of reroofing. However, even after their thorough effort to pick up after themselves, plenty of shrapnel can be found by someone with a keen eye.

It’s a little like searching for jigsaw puzzle pieces, which is something my brain enjoys. Some of the scraps I found were about the size of a puzzle piece.

After the roofers left, I got a call from the company owner saying he would stop out this morning with a magnet for one last sweep and to pick up anything the guys missed, so maybe I’ll have to resort to a real puzzle to feed that part of my brain.

Not that our weather is cool enough yet to inspire indoor projects.

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