I’ve written before about how Baby does not watch TV. Now it looks like I don’t, either. A series of frustrations with the cable company (i.e. squirrels kept eating the cable hook-up down the street; they are changing the package to make us pay more money) have convinced us to do away with cable altogether. Apparently, and this was news to me, that means we also won’t get local broadcast channels. But really I only tape (DVR) random movies and a couple of shows a week, all of which we can get online or rent or just give up on entirely, so I guess it’s not really a loss. Half the time lately our TV hasn’t been working, anyway, and it hasn’t bothered me.
This will mainly be a problem for my in-laws who, when they come from Sweden and stay with us for month-long trips, usually spend most of their time watching horrendous daytime-TV (that or going to every Target in the area buying flip flops and T-shirts by the dozens). Actually, their absolute favorite channels is that one that scrolls endlessly through the schedule for the day; they’ll watch that for hours.
You know what I will miss the most? The radio stations that came with our cable. Baby and I love listening to oldies while we sweep, or to the 80s when we dust, or to salsa and merengue when we mop (and sometimes we just dance around). I guess this means I’ll have to start listening to the hundreds of CDs that have lain dormant in cases on the shelf by my husband’s ratty undershirts up in the closet. Imagine that–enjoying the use of items I already own. And we’ve decided to resubscribe to some magazines, like The Economist, so that’ll be entertaining, too.
