I’ve always turned to books as a vehicle of choice for escape. In fact, my husband and I are such avid readers that when we moved into our house 10 years ago, we made a conscious decision not to hook up the cable. We do have a TV with a DVD/VCR combo to watch movies–which we rarely do–but beyond that, it’s books, comics, and magazines for us.
Two weeks ago, in an instant (as the cliche goes), our lives turned upside down with a phone call. Circumstances made it necessary for me to relocate to my sister’s house temporarily, and the situation was so stressful that when trying to read before bed, I couldn’t even get through a single sentence.
I tried desperately to focus–I had reviews to write–but couldn’t give the books my full attention. I abandoned them and dashed off apologetic emails to the publicists, requesting extensions. Thankfully, everyone was very understanding, and I was able to put reading (and blogging) on the back burner.
And that’s how I (temporarily) crossed over to the dark side. I turned on the television and watched one of three soothing-to-me channels: Food Network, HGTV, and The History Channel. The minute I put my nephew down for a nap each afternoon it was all about Giada, Paula Deen, Ina Garten, Rachel Ray, and Bobby Flay.
At night, instead of reaching for a book, I reached for the remote control. (I would have scarfed a fistful of Valium but have never taken pills in my life and feared waking up in a foreign country, wearing a toga, beauty pageant sash, and sporting a tattoo on my face.) I snuggled up with Pawn Stars, American Pickers, Hoarders, Chopped, Property Virgins, Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, and Dinner: Impossible. For someone who has had little exposure to television in ten years, the choices were mind boggling.
Television did get me through the first two weeks of what promises to be a long and arduous journey. I’m thankful that it was so distracting but was happy to come home and sleep in my own bed. Drifting off to sleep last night, I wondered what I was missing on Food Network…but only for a second. The delicious pile of TBRs on my nightstand pushed all thoughts of television right out of my head.