I Must Be Getting Old-er

I recently had a revelation. Last Friday evening I watched the final episode of Monk. I don’t watch much television…never have…but sometimes a character connects, or something, and you look forward to getting in their head. Perhaps I liked Monk because we are so much alike…perhaps it was the witty writers…at any rate the show struck a cord with me. It was the one television show (along with the news of course) that I tried to make time for. However, that has little to do with my revelation except that it was while I was watching the final episode of Monk that I realized how much I had become my father. I remember him sitting in his recliner watching the Dallas episode, “Who Shot JR?” How repulsive! It’s not that I hate my dad or anything like that, but I do remember his fascination with the series and how he absolutely could not miss it…especially that episode! To compound my revelation, I recently caught part of a show called “Crazy Christmas Lights” on one of those home improvement channels and I began to ponder just what 50 thousand twinkling Christmas lights might look like on a parsonage…too scary! I am not sure if my fascination was with the three months time investment it took to prepar the display, or the computer driven animation complete with synchronized music, or with the danger of the task (did you know decorating your home in an extreme fashion is more dangerous than riding a Harley…or any motorcycle!), regardless, my dad showed up again…if I start fertilizing the yard, someone please kick me!