I’m now on Day 3 of no cable, and it’s oddly relaxing. I didn’t miss the BCS game Monday (from what I understand, it was such a boring game that most people turned it off mid-way through the second quarter). I definitely didn’t miss the New Hampshire primary coverage — I got just as much info on it from NPR and online tweets without having to listen to the endless speculation of news anchors with airtime to fill.
Tonight is Wednesday, and usually there’s nothing on that I watch, so the effect of the TV being on would have been for background noise. And without that noise, I’ve discovered something interesting. Well, two things.
1. I get a lot more done. So far I’ve inventoried my yarn stash, written 10,000 words for a book and braved the first of three boxes of old photos (no one in my family seems to have put actual names on photos; I’m trying to ID some of these people and places).
2. I have some noisy neighbors. The doors keep slamming down the hall when one set of neighbors get into an argument (every hour). And the — shrieking — that’s the only word I can use to describe it, coming from the unit underneath me is amazing. Were these people raised in the wild?
Still, it’s both comfortable having the silence — and unnerving. You can hear every creak of the ceiling (my building is old, old, old and I”m on the top floor). Every car that passes outside.
And every scritch as a squirrel runs across the ceiling in the crawl space.