Well life hasn’t ended without Television or the Internet yet. It’s very strange though. I am so used to just jumping on, sending an email, or checking the internet from everything from weather, to what time does that restaurant open?
It’s quiet in the house. The television provided quite a bit of noise, but funny enough, it’s not the shows that I am missing, it’s all the faces. There was a constant stream of people in the house, and I could watch them and they not me! Now I have to make sure I am dressed and polished to the nines when people come over.
It’s weird in a way to think of the millions for whom television has replaced the sight of a real smiling face with that of one composed of thousands of dots beamed through the air. But again, what a comfort those dots of coloured light must be for those house bound to have every sort of person in the world to watch, their drama’s, albeit all fictionalized, in their homes. It’s just not something I ever thought of as I flipped through channels mindlessly bored. So the house is empty without voices filling the airways.
I’ve pre-loaded my iPhone and computer with podcasts and one by one they are slowly disappearing. Before that happens I need to get the radio sorted! So I am off to go buy a nine-volt battery for the old Roberts Radio, it sits on the kitchen window sill with four different settings: VHF, which give me the four BBC stations, MW, Athlone, Brussels, Hilversum, London4, Vienna, Scotland4, and Luxembourg, and something called LW. I can listen to people in Holland and France and try to decipher between the pops and the hisses the words they are saying. That is, if I can get it tuned into a station with the old dial. I can however listen to Radio Four and the afternoon play with a good cup of tea and listen.
What a delightful surprise and knock on my front door early this morning! My hero, Peter with not one, but two 9 volts batteries for me! Hurrah, I don’t have to scurry about asking for that odd-looking battery, and I have a spare to boot!
Listening is the key. I now have to sit still and actually listen, and that takes attention and care. Body language is gone. I can no longer rely on scowls or smiles to make up for words that I may miss whilst pouring an espresso. I have to sit and listen or miss a key point. I can however make the people look like anything I want, as they are not presented to me by a casting director, and in my mind, I see her with red hair, not black, as it would be in the television programme.
I had wanted to upload my blog post on the Irish Terrier on St Patricks’ day, but no luck. My friend was out and about, and seriously, I cannot start following people, trying to hitch hike rides on their Internet. That man on the tube was giving me an odd look and not in a good way. (Next time I will be more careful about peering over his shoulder!)
So I am writing two blogs simultaneously and uploading on the same day. It’s been hard to not reply to comments immediately or go read your blog! But I think I will get some system sorted before long! Your thoughts and writing are important to me!
But seriously right now, it is the silence in the house that is very loud. I have a great big feeling that there is a world out there and I am not part of it. What’s that they say? You don’t miss something until you lose it? See you next week! Stay connected! (That’s not me you see sneaking off to get a telly!)