Friday, September 23, 2005
The move from Cle Elum to Sunnyside left us in TV limbo for a few weeks.
Moving was work enough, it seemed, and figuring out the configuration of which channels we wanted was low on our to-do list at the time.
Our weeks without television weaned us away from sitcoms, and provided even more time for just sitting and communicating.
Without television, it was less Trading Spaces and more trading spaces on a game board.
The only reality show in our household during that time was sitting on the back porch watching the sun set and roses bloom.
But life without television couldn't last forever, especially for a news junkie like me.
So, the other day we had our first foray into the world of satellite television and it was then that we realized what we had been missing during those weeks with the set off.
Hurricane Katrina struck while our TV was dark.
We heard about Katrina on the radio and read about it in the paper. As a reporter here at the Daily Sun News I even visited with a number of people regarding their loved ones left in Katrina's wake.
But the first flickers of cable news across our screen showed a water-pocked SuperDome marking where the hurting and homeless waited for help that was too often slow in coming.
Katrina's waves were hitting home again. This time in our home.
And it wasn't just the storm surge that was horrific, it was - at times - the human response.
In the midst of volunteers selflessly serving to rescue Katrina's victims, we also saw reports on emergency personnel under fire from the people they were trying to protect.
As Joni and I watched recap after recap of Katrina's havoc in Louisiana and Mississippi, we eventually had to put the remote down. We did the only thing we knew to do, which was pray.
All of which left us where we began - at home with a darkened TV screen keeping each other company.