A while ago I decided to keep the TV turned off during the day while I was home piddling and putzing around the house or playing with my puppies.
My concern at the time was whether I would miss what has become “white noise” associated with the chatter coming from what my Dad used to call the “boob tube.” I am happy to make this announcement.
I haven’t missed the noise. Not one teeny, tiny little bit.
I couldn’t have done this as a much younger man or a teenager. I was addicted to TV. I admit it freely and without reservation. That addiction has cured itself partly because I am much longer in the tooth these days and also because the programming bores me out of my pointy-headed skull.
The news? Hah! Fuhgetabout it!
The news might be the most boring element all the programming I formerly watched. Why does it bore me? Partly because it doesn’t tell me what I don’t already know. I am not being snobby. I merely am telling the truth. I follow issues of the day pretty closely through a variety of media forums. TV doesn’t provide much context or new info for me to digest.
Anyhow … the decision awaiting me now is whether I continue to keep the house quiet during the day. Hey, there’s no real decision to make. Of course I intend to keep doing what I’ve been doing.
The news? I’ll stay ready to weigh in when the time is right for it.