Dear Diary: Subscriptions
Today was the day that the New York Times wasn’t delivered — anywhere. I exaggerate, certainly. But, still…
I thought it was just me, of course, when Kathleen reported the missingness of the Times at the door this morning. (The relevant credit card expired a few months ago, and I never bothered to provide a new expiration date; then again, I was never asked to do so.) When I called the newspaper’s 800 number, however, I was immediately informed of a “production delay.” I was also assured that the paper would be delivered by noon. That did not happen.
I thought it was just me “of course” because I really did let my subscription to The New Yorker lapse. Now, how did that happen? I don’t remember throwing away any of the hundreds of the reminders notices that invariably precede such dire cut-offs. I used to be terribly about that sort of thing, but now that I am an old dodderer with nothing better to do, I open “renewal notices” right away. I can’t think what happened with the only really important magazine in the world that I take.
That’s pretty much it for today. The newspaper didn’t come. I had bought this week’s issue of The New Yorker at the newsstand across the street on Monday. I didn’t miss the Times, really. I read online most of what I would have read shuffling through the broadsheet; what I missed was the Opinion, which I never look at online unless I’m linking to something. It was not the end of the world, not getting the paper. I guess that that’s how the world ends; but then I don’t want to sound like a toad in warm water.
Oh, I did ask for some help with Corel’s WinDVD software. I had never figured out how to capture images with the latest version of the program. It turned out to be simpler than I dreamed. So often, that’s the problem.
