Funny how quickly new routines can be broken, how we return, boomerang-like to our narrow comfort zones.
We hunkered down in front of the television last night — still enthralled by our ability to see something more than black space. I looked around for something good to watch, then picked a program.
Basil sat down next to me, picked up the remote and without a word, changed the channel.
And then changed it again, every time an ad appeared.
I’ve been known to change a channel or two. Until we got second TV….now I just go to the family room and everyone’s happy.
Agreeing it is the nature of males. My husband and son who lives with us both do that and it drives me nuts. it isn’t worth fighting about.
Yup! I remain resigned. Thank goodness we have more than one TV. (Although I think next time he’s engrossed in some ridiculous B movie, I’m going to sit down next to him and change the channel — just for kicks!)
It’s a male thing. And if I protest, he says “you were watching that?” in a tone of absolute incredulity! I finally gave up on TV completely.