Throw Away Your Television (yeah…no thanks)
Our television is broken.
I want to act like that’s no big deal, but it sort of feels like our kid left for college and the house is suddenly really quiet and boring and we’re left not really knowing what to do with ourselves.
I was never a huge TV person until I lived alone for the first time 10 years ago. I had just moved to an apartment building in Denver after having lived in New York City, and the quiet sometimes made me feel very lonely. So sometimes I kept the TV on even when I wasn’t watching it to hear another voice in the room. Kinda sad, huh?
And truthfully, the TV’s not really broken-broken. The sound is still fine, but there’s a huge black cloud that covers everything. It kind of looks like a kid took a paintbrush and streaked thick black paint right across the screen. That’s right–I’m blaming everything on imaginary kids today. Get off my lawn!
So because we still have sound, I have reverted back to my living-single days and have the TV on right now because it feels weird to start the morning without the Today Show. It’s sort of like I’m living in the golden age of radio, when kids would lay down on the carpet and stare down a talking box. Instead of Orson Welles, I’ve got Al Roker.
So today (my day off) will be an interesting experiment. Without the pull of Sex and the City reruns at 1 pm, I may accomplish far more today than I do on a typical Wednesday. I’ll finish an entire book, cook three days’ worth of meals and clean this place from top to bottom.
And if I get really bored, I can always go grab a malted at the Woolworth’s counter.