I should have been excited. I got home to brand new, fast Internet and hundreds of TV channels that can occupy me for hours with inside looks at dancing toddlers, bitchy housewives and shore-dwellers with big hair.
If you know me, you know I haven’t had cable up to now, and I’ve been fine, just fine, with my rabbit ears and, yes, that converter box. Because, also, if you know me, you know that I have a deep, deep, deep love-hate relationship with the tube. For more than a year now, I’ve watched little actual TV. Don’t get me wrong, I can be a DVD-watching freak. In the past, though, I used the TV to hide a little, I think.
My friend Maggie has reminded me of this recently. When I showed my excitement over cable and shows that will teach me how to make cake pops, she was kind of quiet. A trash-TV junkie, Maggie is worried the TV is going to drag me away. She remembers when I wouldn’t go out because I had to watch Grey’s. I was a little bit — OK, a lot — like an old woman who won’t go to the market until her stories are over. Even Maggie’s mom, the wonderful Lois Creamer, who is visiting this weekend from Missouri, made me promise that I wouldn’t break her daughter’s heart and end our friendship over new cable relationships.
I made that promise. So maybe that’s why, when I got home and I couldn’t get the cable to work, I wasn’t that heart broken. I know that comatose bliss that comes from watching awesome TV at the end of the day. I like it. But I also like the time I’ve had to read and make stuff and wander around and spend time with friends.
I gave the TV seven minutes last night. And then I didn’t care that it wasn’t working. I packed my book bag, grabbed the leash and went on a date with my pooch.
We ended up sitting between two tall pine trees on the University of the Pacific campus. Sara people watched, and I read SARK’s colorful — literally, the text is all bright and cheery — words about being glad no matter what. Classical music sounded across the campus from the top of the tower, and when I looked to the sky to the tower leaves, I felt like I was far, far away. It gave me a place to think. Without distractions. It was more enriching and peaceful than stressing over my inability to keep up with the Kardashians.