It’s the shape of a movie screen.
It teeters on a circular stand–
It looks precarious, like one bump
Could send it over onto its face.
I haven’t owned a TV for ten years.
It all happened very fast:
Combined with an unexpected chunk of bonus cash,
And now we own an HD plasma smart TV.
Those who know me well
How conflicted I am over the
Introduction of the
Black screen into our home,
Yawning at me from across the living room.
As a kid I loved TV like everyone else,
After school watching Little House on the Prairie in the
Cool dark basement,
And when it was over at 5:00,
My brother and I got 1.5 hours of TV per day,
And we had to page through the TV guide that came in the Sunday paper
And highlight the shows we wanted to watch for the week.
As a teenager, I had a small black-and-white TV in my room.
All I watched was the 10:00 news on KARE-11,
And a M*A*S*H rerun if I could stay awake for it.
I think it was in college.
That I developed my squeamishness for
Apartments with roommates:
It seemed like there was
A TV on.
Guns shooting and tires squealing.
And always someone on the
Couch scooping food into their mouth while
Completely transfixed by whatever was on the screen.
Yep, I judged.
Here we were,
Supposedly developing our minds into
And everyone seemed to
Whatever the screen disgorged.
“It’s relaxing,” people would say.
It didn’t relax me.
TV made me anxious.
The chunky stop-and-start sound of
Channels being flipped through,
The blinking and flashing of the
Lights from the screen on the
Walls of a dark room.
When I left school and started living on my own,
I ditched the TV
Who has time to watch TV anyway?
Even before I had kids,
I was busy enough without it.
And then when I was around a TV,
Like in a hotel room,
Or at my parents’ house,
It felt like a treat to turn it on.
But then I’d flip
And finally just settle for HGTV because there was
I made Joe promise we would set parameters
For the kids.
The idea of a child
Staring for hours at the screen
While the sunlight of a lovely day outside
Tracks across the walls,
Is anguish to me.
So we set some rules.
Joe has promised a minimum of flipping and a
Reasonable volume level.
And Netflix has Glee episodes,
Which this former show choir nerd has been wanting to check out
The house is empty right now, and quiet…
Maybe I could figure out this remote control and
Watch a quick episode of Glee before anyone comes home.