Disaster strikes our TiVo! Or, our satellite dish, to be more precise. The guys replacing our siding have, apparently, never seen a dish before, so they simply pried it off its mooring and temporarily slung it sideways, facing ground-ward. Needless to say, we have no reception--as in 0% signal.
Fortunately, we're not missing much at this time of year, since every show is a repeat. No matter how much I love a show--Sex and the City, say, or Deadwood, or Rescue Me--I simply do not enjoy watching repeats. I don't like seeing movies twice, or even re-reading books. See, I already know what happens, so there's no suspense, no point in the watching. On the upside, however, my memory is getting so sketchy, that sometimes I can watch a show I've already seen, and not realize why the whole thing seems vaguely familiar. Lat night, I watched Bones, the one with Cynthia Nixon, and it wasn't until I saw the very-familiar last scene that I realized I'd already seen the damn thing. I've actually stopped TiVo-ing the thing, since every show is almost the same as the one before, cookie-cutter murder mysteries solved by pretty young people. No Boomers in sight, period.
Meanwhile, my poor satellite dish is hanging off the back eave, in a feeble pointless effort to face south. I'm not panicking until, say, next week, when my To Do list will start kicking back in and I won't be able to record anything.
