Today is President’s Day here in the US, a Federal holiday so the banks are closed, the post office won’t be delivering the mail, and the stores are having sales like mad.
While I’m officially not “working” today, as the company saw fit to let us have the holiday off, I’m still working since I brought stuff home to finish up over the weekend. Plus, it’s a good day to work on a manuscript. Lots and lots of uninterrupted time.
So after burying myself in my office, I’ve had the rare opportunity to observe the rest of my family in their daily routines. The webdoggies have come to check on me. Maisy finally settled into her afternoon nap. Dawson has abandoned my chair for the sunlight pouring in the front windows.
And The Bob seems to find watching a televised radio show fascinating. I don’t get it. Why would you televise a radio show? It’s two guys sitting behind microphones gabbing at each other. What’s to watch?
When I commented on this fact, he brought up the knitting show that I watched for a few minutes last night. “Why watch someone else knit?” he wanted to know. Of course, that’s different, I said. The woman was demonstrating a pattern technique, so I got to see how the needles were used. Totally different, right?
I can see some marginal entertainment value in putting a DVD of someone else’s fireplace on your TV, especially if you don’t have a fireplace of your own. You get the sight and the sound, without the heat, so if you’re in Hawaii, let’s say, it could bring back some fond memories.
But watching radio on TV just seems wrong. But watching knitting isn’t. Right?
