During the run-up to the election, Kish and I watched increasing amounts of TV. To be an informed voter, you need to watch the conventions and the debates and the post-debate coverage — but it got to the point where we spent far more time with the TV on, flipping from network to network, than we do normally.
With the election behind us, we’ve sworn off TV news for the foreseeable future. Last night we had a quiet dinner at the kitchen table, then spent the evening in the family room, reading. It was such a pleasure to enjoy each other’s company in the peaceful comfort of our home, without the blare of the TV! Tonight we’ll do it again.
We’ll use the TV to watch some OSU basketball and football, a few treasured shows, and perhaps an HBO movie or two, but we’ll be going newsless, focusing instead on the approaching holidays and the impending return of Richard and Russell to the family homestead. At some point, I’m sure, we’ll reengage with the world, but for now no TV news is very good news, indeed.
Much of my morning blindly follows a routine. Get up, get dressed, feed the dogs, take them for a walk — all of it happens with mindless mechanical regularity. The first real decision I must make is the choice of a mug for my morning coffee.
Over the years, Kish and I have accumulated an eclectic collection of coffee mugs. We began with a set of unadorned white mugs, the kind you might see at a basic diner in any American city. We’ve added to that baseline through gifts, handouts at seminars or from hotels, hand-me-downs, and purchases at gift shops or college campus stores. We’ve got nice cups and saucers too, mind you, but those are for evening company, not the shot of morning java. Who wants to be fumbling with fancy saucers when you’re still bleary-eyed, moving from room to room as you get ready for work?
We’ve now got mugs of all colors, shapes and sizes. Each has its own feel and context, too . . . making the morning choice a particularly devilish one. I think about my work day ahead and wonder whether this is a day for a big black mug that holds an ocean of joe or for one of the basic, indestructible, well-used white mugs. If I’m feeling adventurous, I might choose the old-fashioned mug with the tiny round finger hole that looks like it might have once served as the mug where a barber mixed shaving cream before lathering up a customer. If it’s a weekend, I might go for one of our dog options — but I’m not going to select a puppy-theme mug if I’ve got a tough deposition on the schedule.