The Day After (One down, one to go)

I was moving furniture today and had to search and reset the antenna channels on the TV. I came across The View and found myself watching, with interest. They were on about dickwad in the sullied house and I love that stuff. I felt guilty. (I love this, Google suggests dickhead rather  than dickwad.) 

So I dutifully turned away from The View, woke the laptop and started clicking through my emails and reading various posts. Several news aggregators  (if that is the wrong word or the wrong spelling, as Google insists, then use gatherers).

It occurred to me that I spend hours doing the online stuff and don't feel guilty, so why do I feel guilty for watching TV?  I ask myself, is either more useless than the other?  No, I  respond. So I go back to The View.

Soon I remember what it is about TV. These people are shouting over each other and interrupting each other like a Smith family get together. And while it is okay for us, it's annoying in others. So I'm back on the computer. 

And, while I'm at it, how valuable is it to spend hours a day reading library books?  This comes from my childhood, I think. Or what served me well as a child. Reading is good. Readers were called intellectuals and intellectuals are good. And I learned how to live from books. 

OMG! Megan McCain just told Janie Lee Curtis that she loved her so much and wants to be just like her when she gets old.

Bottom line. I am irritated and unable to concentrate. The chatter in the background, the raised voices--they all shout--are driving me nuts. That's why I don't watch, even if it okay and no worse in the grand scheme of things than reading.

So, how are we to spend our time? Or, how am I to spend it? Get a job. I'm sure I could get some kind of job, even at my age. Would that be a more valuable use of my time and my life? I'm not sure. I might find new avenues of interest. I might stretch my imagination. I might see how those less fortunate than me struggle. 

A Walmart greeter? Nah. Maybe next year after it gets warm outside again. 

I'ma go move furniture again. That is a good thing. Exercise.