This past May I had my fill of Dish Network and told them that they could take their dish and…well, let me paraphrase what I said – I told them I no longer would be utilizing their service.  If you have ever quit Dish Network you will know that they don’t come take the dish.  They make you take something off the dish to send back with all the other equipment (think about where your dish is and imagine how delightful getting that part is – it is ridiculous).  They don’t make it easy to quit them.  I groused through the whole process.  Dish Network’s name was taken in vain again and again and again.

I traveled quite a bit over the summer so I felt no burning urge to find a new television provider.  Alas, with summer coming to an end and the Fall television season upon us I finally had to make a decision on a new provider and bring television back to the household (or listen to Cheyenne bemoan the injustices of living in a world without television – oh the horror…).

So I did it.  I selected a new provider and television is back in our household.  I saved my child from having to live a horrible  television free reality.  I guess I should be happy that we once again are part of civilization, but I somehow feel like I lost something.

There was something quite nice about not having television.  I have to say – I didn’t really miss it.  Amazingly, I found other ways to occupy my time…I found life after television. 

Now I am back in TV Land with all the sitcoms, true crime, entertainment shows and other miscellany.  I am back to trying to read the symbols and words on the remote that has far too many functions and small buttons.  I feel myself being sucked back into the black hole that is the television abyss.  I hope I will be able to remember through all the sparkle and excitement of Fall previews that television is not the sum total of life’s existence.  I hope I will remember the joy of life without television and that it will change the way I deal with my life in TV Land.  Not so sure how that will go though as the DVR holds 120 hours of programming and it sits there on the shelf all bright and shiny taunting me.  It begs to be programmed…but I can’t help but think that by programming it I too will be programmed.  Stay tuned…I’ll let you know whether I come out on top of this one or whether I get buried in reruns of Oprah and Dateline…pray for me. 😉

Day seven hundred and ninety-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C