For two weeks I was in southwestern New York, at Chautauqua, which looked like this:
And also like this:
So it was not totally surprising that watching TV stopped feeling important or even interesting. What it felt like was a waste of time, and I stopped doing it.
When you are out from morning to night taking in the richness of a place that blooms like Brigadoon for nine weeks every summer, watching images flicker on a screen seems like a very small thing to do. Weird and small.
Then I came home and found something odd had happened: I had broken my TV habit without intending to or especially wanting to. I went another week without turning the thing on, letting my 200 channels languish, until it occurred to me that paying for cable was a fool thing to do if I didn’t watch TV.
Like everyone else, I wish I could pick my channels off an a la carte menu. I would pick maybe six or eight. Of those six or eight, there would be only one I actually like: classy, commercial-free TCM.
Though I watch other programs on other stations, if the stations were to vanish from the lineup tomorrow, I would shrug. What does it matter?
This state of mind is wearing off, however. The choice between 200 stations and 0 stations is more drastic than I want. So far.
Do you have cable TV? If not, do you substitute something else for it?
What the heck do you do if the one station you like is the one station you really cannot duplicate?