My parents know exactly what’s on TV every night of the week. They know when re-runs will be on, when “there’s nothing on tonight,” and when to be excited that a new episode of [insert crime drama here] will be on.
For many years I have considered this to be an amusing throwback to pre-DVR days. Hell, even pre-VCR days. YES, I REMEMBER THOSE. Certain shows aired on certain days and if you missed them, well, you were just screwed. Not home on Friday night? You can forget this week’s episode of Dukes of Hazzard. Suck it, kiddo.
In my house, we are DVR-reliant. I blithely ignored the original airdates of many of the shows I love for years. And if I missed recording the shows I caught up via Netflix or Amazon streaming video.
Now there is Downton Abbey. True, I watched season 1 and most of season 2 during my one free month of Amazon Prime, and then I actually paid $1.99 per episode to catch up so I could be all set for Season 3. But now I look forward to Sunday evenings with the same zeal that a crime drama fan anticipates a new CSI Columbus or Cold Case Revisited or White House Scandal or NCSI Detective or Murder of the Month or Law & Order: Toddler Stories.
The truth is, since I’ve scaled back my globetrotting activities, there’s nothing more awesome to look forward to on some nights than a glass of wine and some good mindless TV-watching. And so I have begun to notice what day it is in terms of TV schedules. Around 3:00 PM on a Tuesday my suburban mom day will be momentarily brightened by the thought that The Mindy Project is on tonight – a new episode!
And dude, it’s Thursday. The Big Bang Theory – the show that made me love television again – has already aired and is waiting happily for me, recorded on a storage computer thingy inside the little gray box on top of my old-school cathode ray television set in the bedroom. I may have missed our appointment, but at least the DVR was looking out for me. I might as well get a Camry and start quilting, because this is just another step in becoming my mother.