Let’s Talk Trashy TV and Other Things…

“Johnny, you watch the trashiest TV,” my mother once told my father and stormed out of the room to go read a book in her bedroom recliner.

Old Fuss and Feathers was watching Jerry Springer and quite enjoying himself.

“You know this is all scripted and these are actors, right?” I asked my father sitting in the chair next to him.

He told me not to spoil his fun while chairs were being thrown across the stage and the audience whooped.

Dad was watching Dr. Phil this morning which is a tamer version of Jerry Springer in my opinion. There was some crazy, dysfunctional family on making a fool of themselves on national television. These people are paid good money to come on the show and to also put on a good show. There were talks of polygraphs and dirty deeds. The show started to heat up and dad disengaged with me conversation wise as he was drawn into the conflict.

“Jerry Springer,” I told my father to his, “Huh?” “This is The Jerry Springer Show in a coat and tie gussied up to look like psychotherapy.”

Dad laughed and agreed. He loves this kind of TV, though. It agitates me for some reason. I squirmed in my seat ready to go home. You’d think my father had his fill of dysfunction with my schizophrenic mother when I was growing up. I was a grown man when my mother got on medications and started to get better. Within two weeks of taking Zyprexa she was a different person. I had to get to know my mother all over again – a much kinder, gentler woman.

The show ended with a lecture from Dr. Phil and no discernable resolution of problems and we migrated back to the Weather Channel. We had some potentially dangerous weather coming in. A cold front was draping south. This was more my speed. They showed the radar and the line of encroaching heavy rain was just miles away from my fair third world city. That was my cue to drive home. It started to pour rain as soon as I was unlocking my front door. That’s what you call in the nick of time.

Did I Take that Left Turn At Albuquerque?

So my package leaves Nashville Tuesday and takes a detour to Greenville, SC Wednesday. Now, it is “in transit” south to Atlanta. The next stop is Lagrange, GA about 45 minutes from Atlanta. Just up the road from me. Will it get here by tomorrow? I do hope so. I am ready to do some tinkering and repair work. I hope to see it “arrived at destination” aka Atlanta and “in transit” to Lagrange soon in time to head out with the morning trucks for delivery.