The wonders of no TV

Miracle of miracles. I got home before 6pm. Finally got around to fixing the tons of junk in my humongous office bag, talked with Gela on the phone over what’s supposed to be a teeny issue, but was something irritating enough for me, I had to vent on her (even when I knew how busy she still was; thank God for friends!), had dinner with Chawie at home and talked the night (well not the whole night) away…catching up on what we’ve missed, reminiscin’ about the good ol days, asking each other about work about loves, about anything and everything there was to talk about while we both had this precious time.

Chawie left, and I picked up the phone to call my mom and ask her how her day went. What she was doing...what she was watching...I was talking too much, she had to say goodnight first.

And as I stared at the blank wall where the TV soon will be, I felt tempted to keep it bare. The TV addict in me protests. But even she knows that this night would not have been as productive, real, and wonderfully filled with moments of old-fashioned entertainment and connections had that magical box teeming with cooking shows, movies and cartoons been here.

Sometimes it’s just nice to switch off. Other times, its even way better to not have the choice to look out at the tens of channels that give you vivid pictures of the outdoors and stories that make you fly to faraway places, or just sheer mind-numbing bleh-—because time suddenly expands and embraces everything that has always been so near yet has oft-been deprived of the proper attention. It feels good to know that tonight, because my eyes weren't glued to the screen (TV or computer!) I didn't miss a thing on life's awesome show.

Happy Friday nga naman.