It is the Sunday evening hours of dread. I've already made the trip to the grocery store and another trip out to Target just to get out of the house today. I came home from Target after wandering around aimlessly and Granny was on the phone. It's typical on a Sunday that she'll get her black book out and start calling everyone in it. For me it means, I still get a break from the conversations that revolve around weeds, watering, ants, and dirt. These are the things that consume her every thought. As I walked in the door I noticed that not only was she on the phone but the TV was on as well, with her distracted I was able to make my way to the kitchen to make a sandwich for dinner. Once she was off the phone she hollered to me in the kitchen about something regarding the backyard. So I came back so she could tell me more about weeds, watering, ants and dirt. With a few nods and smiles and "oh, wow's" I made my way back to sandwich making. A couple minutes later there was more hollering about a 5 year old prodigy piano player playing mozart on TV. I again acknowledged her interest and then continued on with the sandwich making. A few minutes later Granny made her way to the kitchen to turn on the TV so I could also watch what she was watching. To my dismay it was the Chabad Telethon. A blend of Fiddler on the Roof, Saturday Night Live, and my worst nightmare. So here I sit watching Rabbi's with their long beards, black hats, and long coats dance around and I wonder if any of these people have ever even watched TV. Then I wonder about how much cable TV costs and can I afford it.
1 comment:
Uhh-mazing!
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