It is that time of the year again. No, I don’t mean the leaves changing colors, school starting back up, or the opening of a new football season. I am referring to something truly irrelevant – the new season of television shows.
I enjoy the whole couch potato thing as much as the next guy. However at this point in my life, I rarely get the opportunity to melt into the sofa – too busy! Despite that, I like to read the reviews of the new and returning television shows. When I come upon a show that piques my interest, I keep it mind. However, I rarely actually watch the show. I go through a 2-step process. The first step is me deciding that I want to try and make time to watch the show. The second step, which is nearly as important, is remembering to actually watch it if I somehow find the time. Despite these time and memory constraints, I do manage to watch some shows.
There is one show, however, which I go out of my way to make time for – Modern Family. The show comes on ABC at 9:00 on Wednesdays. No, this is not a paid advertisement. Anyway, the show revolves around 3 families who are connected by a 60ish man named Jay. One of the above noted families is Jay’s which consists of his younger second wife and her 11 year old son. The second family is composed of Cameron and Mitchell (Jay’s son) and their adopted daughter. The third family which is the traditional nuclear family comprises Phil and Claire (Jay’s daughter) and their three children. As you may have noticed, two of the families are the non-nuclear family which seems less and less common these days – hence the title. Anyway, I find the show to be hilarious. There have been a number of episodes or scenes which have left me guffawing so loudly that I had to remind myself to be quiet (my wife’s shush and smack also help), so that I do not wake my children.
So, when 9:00 Wednesday rolls around, I strive to make my appointment. Yes, I do occasionally miss the appointment due to some real life obligation such as mopping the floor, marking papers, or putting a child to bed. However, if the responsibility can be put off, “No I don’t hear him choking,” I watch my favorite show. Life and the bills can wait.