As a fresh widow, I think my very best friend was my TV in my bedroom. Who am I kidding? It’s still my bestie. It’s my companion when I eat (yep. I have salt and pepper on my nightstand…I figured…own it.), when I go to sleep, when I exercise, when I’m afraid, it helps me to get my mind on something else when I need to. I logically can think of lots of reasons that this is unhealthy. I don’t care about any of them.
This time of year, all the shows that I program on my DVR quit airing new episodes. They take a hiatus for the holidays, assuming that their audience will be too busy going to holiday parties and being with their families. I am busier with those things this time of year but I still need distraction on a regular basis (so I’m currently taking suggestions for old shows that are in syndication to start watching).
As I was cruising around looking for something to distract me today, though, I saw one of the very first episodes that I ever watched of what has become my favorite TV show…NCIS. Let me tell you how the love affair began.
I had been widowed for only a few weeks. I was on an airplane coming back to the states from a London visit with my sister and her family, and the movie choices were lame, but there was a TV show…I watched all of the offered episodes of NCIS and NCIS: LA. When I came home (right after Thanksgiving), I caught a few episodes on “on demand” and then began the USA network’s marathons that they have frequently on the weekends. I think that Gibbs, Abby, Tony and McGee helped me survive my first holiday season as a widow. With sleep being a distant memory, I could catch up on old episodes of NCIS.
The characters are great, the writing is good, and there’s always an episode on. When I tell people that I watch it, they always say, “Oh, my dad watches that.” So I joke that I like “old man TV.” But, the reality is that old men must have good taste.
It seems silly to be so thankful for something inanimate like that, but I am, and this time of year I feel especially warm and nostalgic toward the little NCIS family that helped me through.