I’m available by radio frequency….

No, really.

When I went to the border today to get my visa renewed, I was given a visa paper, with a metallic strip inbedded in it, so they can track my movements by GPS if they need to.

God Bless them, I wonder if they can stand the boredom of my life, even by satellite technology. I can barely stand it myself.

I thought this was funny at first, and then was saddened by the lack of adventure I would present to anyone who beamed in on my frequency. Work, home…only shopping at  stores I can duck into in a fast five minutes on my way back to my house.

I’ll have to work on being more mysterious and wayward now that an eye in the sky is tracking my movements.

( Strangely enough, I was briefly reassured that Homeland Security was getting on top of the terrorist thing…then I realized that most bad guys would be clever  enough to  park this visa strip thing with a grandmotherly  drone like me, and do whatever they wanted. The guys manning the GPS thing will be monitoring alot of people like me, who like staying home when they can, and mostly favour  minding  their own business as an alternative to wrecking havoc.)