As much as summertime leaves me disagreeable and sticky, it’s hard for me to resist the pull of a late afternoon light that doesn’t slip past the horizon until eight o’clock or so. I’m lured by the false promise of extra time, when for the briefest of moments the earth’s rotation seems to slow ever so slightly and you begin to believe that the sun may never set at all. Summer is all about lingering — toes in the sand, cold beers on the porch, conversations with friends that go on and on — and longing for something simple and easy.
With it being the day after Memorial Day — well, the day after the day after Memorial Day — I officially mark the start of another summer without television. The rules are simple: no tv at home, movie rentals are kosher — but tuning in to Turner Classic Movies and aimlessly waiting for a flick to catch my attention is not — and switching on the network news in case of national disaster is allowable (although its usefulness could be debatable).
I’ve got the rest of the year to mourn the cancellation of Veronica Mars and to get wrapped up in Heroes, Boston Legal, and the increasingly infuriating Grey’s Anatomy. It’s summer again… time to go out and play.
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