Those Aren't Your Memories

Contrary to this blog, I really don't watch a lot of tv. Of course there are a few exceptional sitcoms that I usually don't discover until they are reruns playing on cable, otherwise my main veg out time in front of the tv is for the Classic Movies. Even those I rarely get to watch once a week. Most of my time is spent in the garden or feeding critters because our yard is full of furry & feathered beggars. So I guess keeping their tummies full seems to be one of my favorite past times. While I'm spending time outside I often think about the strangest things. Most I won't admit to but this morning I thought about death & final moments. I though about my life flashing before my eyes and I wondered how much of it would be bad tv from the '80s.

How much of an influence is television? Will it take over during those final moments and I'll have a vision of David Hasselhoff driving Kit into the back of a semi? I cringe to think of that.

I wonder when the tv (couch potato) generation get older, and memories start to slip, will they sit in a nursing home remembering their days hanging with the Fonz or will they still hold a grudge against Marsha, Marsha, Marsha? I'll probably fill the ears of the people around me with stories about my friends: George, Kramer, & Jerry. Eeek! I hope that memories are filed away in different locations, so I see my loved ones and remember the joy that happened in my lifetime, but if things slip I hope to remember dancing on air with Fred Astaire.