dailies

Last night, I was sitting in bed watching a show, and Jess was in the bathroom doorway next to me messing with the dogs. She was giving them each a taste of toothpaste smeared on their noses (they absolutely love it; silly dogs). We had a good laugh about it, and I looked back to my show and she starts cracking up. Something about how she tried to get some toothpaste on Cole’s nose, and it ended up on her own. I was laughing too, but I had missed the moment. For an instant, my mind actually went to the DVR remote in my hand as if I could rewind life for a few seconds. I sat there and thought about the implications of that for a few moments, a little stunned. I thought moments like these were reserved for those tv-obsessed videogamers, yet here I am trying to control life with a AAA-powered Directv remote.

It’s ironic, considering that I’ve long since switched to a tv-less living room (not something you find very often these days), with our only set hanging on the bedroom wall for some night-time viewing. If it weren’t for DVR, I don’t think we’d have tv at all. I refuse to watch live television; my patience just can’t handle the commercials and crap any more. The same goes for radio, which is why I hoard music like an old lady hoards cats. Even then, I only record a couple of shows from Nat. Geographic or HGTV (with my current favorite being Holmes on Homes… “those buggers didn’t insulate anything!”).

Sigh. Stupid tv.