I’m not sick, but my co-worker’s kid is sick so her husband worked from home. And it made me think how times have changed. I remember running up a fever and my mom calling into work, “My kid is sick.” That was the end of that. No working from home. Just plain old putzing around the house while your kid is barely propped up on the couch in front of the 300 pound Zenith TV.
My mom would let me rest and sleep in, then she’d carry me down to the living room so I could watch my favorite show, The Price is Right. I’d doze in and out of Wheel of Fortune or Scrabble, but I was right there with Bob Barker all the way through until the Showcase Showdown and making sure to get your pet neutered or spayed. God, I love that show. Press Your Luck. That was pretty cool, too. “No Whammies, no Whammies, No!”
I rarely watched TV as a kid. Kind of ironic that I associate it with being sick. Subconsciously, maybe that’s why I don’t watch much TV now. I pretty much just think it’s a waste of time. Except…that I went to the gym today and felt like I was being so productive running alongside Project Runway and Animal Kingdom. A few nights ago I watched the biography of King Edward—the one who abdicated for Wallis Simpson–on A&E. (By the way, I really like the name Wallis or Wallace.) The documentary was fantastic. British History at the JCC.
So now I’m really into Project Runway. My enthusiasm for Dancing with the Stars died down after Sabrina (who was one of the top contenders) got voted off mid-season. Not that I need TV or incentives, but I’ve got one more reason to go to the gym night after night.