My handy little folding headphones are D-E-D dead. Yesterday I spent the ferry ride (longer than usual, because one of the catamarans is in dry-dock this week) twisting and turning and creasing and bending the right-side wire. As it turns out, the “Democracy Now!” podcast only in my left ear just makes me sleepy.
But I don’t want to buy new headphones. I don’t want to buy new anything anymore. Ever. (This week.) Recently I was a bit mopey about not having a commute carry-all with lots of pockets for various things I need on the commute that don’t go in my exactly-right-sized purse, so I refurbished an old thing I had. The thing is difficult to describe, but it was given to me ten years ago and I think it was originally designed to hold hardcover books in a zip-around, semi-structured canvas case that conveniently has a long shoulder strap too.
Voila! Room for reading material, my writing notebook, my sketchbook, stationery, pens, stamps, and maps.
One setback, one success. Now pardon me while I go dig up the earbuds that came with my iPod. I don’t like how they fit in my ears, but sucky stereo is still better than wonky mono.