Don't get me wrong I loved my little grandma, she was the single best person I've ever known & I miss her everyday.
I remember that every Sunday when she got her newspaper, she would go through the TV guide and mark all of the shows that she wanted to watch that week. It was often something like the original Phantom of the Opera starring Lon Cheney on Bill Kennedy At The Movies, or someone she liked from the Mike Douglas show.
She also would make "her programs." The night time shows she didn't want to miss.
I grew up with a television on in every room in the house almost & I get anxious when the house is quiet. I have the TV on in the background most of the time if I'm not listening to music.
We usually don't keep the TV guide that comes with out paper, but since it's premier season & since I'm hopelessly addicted to TV, I saved it this week. Just a minute ago I stopped myself after I had grabbed my hilighter, poised to mark up all the shows I can't miss.
It's understandable, really. I mean I've watched Survivor from day one & now it's on Wednesday! How can I be expected to remember that right away. The Big Bang Theory has moved to Thursday, that's going to take some getting used to.
I am a television addcit and I've accepted it. NCIS, Criminal Minds, Mad Men, The Amazing Race, The Biggest Loser! I rest my case.
My anxieties will be somewhat relieved tomorrow when I pick up my shiny new DVR that I wrestled from the Comcast people's clutches free of charge. Once I figure out how to operate it I'll be all set.
This story isn't pitiful and/or sad in anyway right? Right??