I decided to take a few weeks off from blogging. There was simply too much noise in the ether – and there still is. But I think the ultimate catalyst was an anonymous email I received. The title was “Get 3500 channels of TV – FOR FREE!”
I have to be honest and tell my dear readers that I didn’t open it – although I stared at the message for about five minutes before hitting the delete key.
As I looked at the title of this unsolicited missive strange and bizarre thoughts began ruminating. I began counting up the number of subjects with which I was familiar and the smaller number in which I had an interest. I don’t think I made it very far past 30 when I was running out of ammo.
I mean has someone invented a television channel devoted to discussions of gall stones; or one that extolls the virtues of exemplary professional athletes; or is there now a chess channel? I imagine that if these exist, there is a great deal of time that can be devoted to commercials – with which I am already overwhelmed.
Fortunately, for most of this time, I have been enjoying Gracie’s and the three golden retrievers’ company which has enabled me to maintain some sense of semblance and sanity. But it was because of them that I am writing this post (and another ten or so to follow which I have been mulling around during my blogging absence).
The five of us were at the dog park a few mornings ago when we ran into our friends who gather in the wee hours, just after the park opens at six o’clock a.m. After the kids took care of business, we merged into the gathering when I realized that the conversation had turned to a discussion of various ways that we could receive our television broadcasts.
One of the members of the group turned to me and asked, “Who do you use for your television service?” I responded, “Right now I have Cox Cable – but I’m thinking about cancelling it after the election.”
“Oh, are you going to go with DISH Network?”
“No, actually, I’m seriously thinking about cancelling it and not replacing it with anything.”
Despite the fact that the park has grass, the lull that came over every member of the group was so profound that you could have heard the proverbial pin drop. I have never seen a group of people who were so dumbstruck. Apparently they felt that anyone who chose not to spend their life watching television was at worst a cretin and at best mentally impaired. Because they are, by and large, a charitable group of people, I think they gave me the benefit of the doubt and put me in the second category.
I hope that none of my readers is too aghast at the concept that there is life beyond television. Sure there are a few things I might miss – but I suspect I will have more time to discover new and far more valuable ones. Books, music, nature and all sorts of other wonders in our wondrous world.
In the meanwhile I’ll just enjoy the tripe that bombards all of us (with special emphasis on the political ads). That should keep my blood pressure at fever pitch and my dopamine levels at record lows.
Go ahead, call me crazy. I know my friends at the park are thinking that anyway – and I kind of like the appellation. But remember, “Just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean that you have to be stupid.”