When I was in high school I used to tease my mother mercilessly about falling asleep while sitting in front of the TV. I can’t really say she ever “watched” any programs regularly because typically she zoned out about 10 minutes after the theme song played.
For ANY show.
And it didn’t stop with just sleeping. Oh, no, it was far more noisy than that. So, to be fair to myself, it’s not like it was something I could just ignore.
Here was this slender, petite woman who could make the rafters (if only we’d lived in an English cottage, rather than a plain ol’ house in Oklahoma) rattle when she dozed off. And the zzzz’s were flowing—and her own personal trombone playing—every night, hours before Johnny Carson’s monologue.
Well, now a decade or four later and karma has since raised her ugly mug.
All too often I find myself watching one program, then suddenly regaining consciousness for the end of another.
It’s not unheard of for me to snort awake during a show that doesn’t immediately follow the last one I remember watching. What’s particularly irritating is it seems to happen out of thin air.
Apparently, I don’t need to yawn or even feel tired before suddenly conking out. It’s almost like I’m time traveling, just never more than a couple of hours into the future.
And I’m sorry to report that in the future I don’t stop with just making loud noises. Sometimes I also drool the tiniest bit and smack my lips.
Told you karma isn’t pretty.
HOW ABOUT YOU, DO YOU SOMETIME WATCH TV WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED? OR DO YOU EVER FIND YOURSELF DOING SOMETHING YOU USED TO TEASE YOUR ELDERS FOR DOING? A FREE COPY OF MY DEBUT NOVEL, MRS. GOODFELLER WILL BE RANDOMLY AWARDED TO ONE PERSON WHO LEAVES A COMMENT BELOW BEFORE THE NEXT WRITERSPACE BLOG IS POSTED.