Alternate history doesn’t interest me much
My recovery from the cold that laid me low over the weekend is progressing very slowly. While most of the general blah feeling is gone, I don’t have much energy and have continued coughing like a tubercular orphan in a Charles Dickens novel. As I’m off from work this week, however, my lack of energy hasn’t been much of an obstacle. Basically, I’ve been lounging around all the time, going on the computer and reading a book on my phone’s Kindle app (After Visiting Friends, by Michael Hainey).
All this laziness has gotten me thinking, however: what if this weren’t a week off? Would I muster up enough energy to make it through the workday? It was a surprisingly troubling issue at first. But then, I realized that it also was a completely irrelevant issue. I did not have to go to work this week, so it does not matter whether I would have been able to or not.
It’s like the whole field of alternate history. Many people enjoy speculating about how the course of history would have changed if, say, Napoleon won at Waterloo or Abraham Lincoln had died in childhood or the Russians hadn’t backed down during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I’ve looked at some of the forums myself. And while I certainly don’t begrudge anyone’s interest in alternate history, despite my best efforts it just doesn’t float my boat, so to speak. Maybe that means I’m not imaginative, or more likely it’s just the way I am.
These musings aside, it is unquestionable that these were lazy days for me. Well not Wednesday so much, as I went to see – of all things – the implosion of a 250-foot smokestack at an abandoned mental hospital. It attracted a crowd of hundreds or maybe thousands, helped no doubt by the fact that school’s not in session. As for the implosion, it was interesting, all five seconds of it. Hey, I knew that it couldn’t last much longer than that, gravity and so on, but I still had a slight feeling of disappointment. At least it got me out of the house and cost a goose egg.