More on peace and quiet:
In our Hermann house I envision where DH will watch evening tv. I think we will turn an upstairs bedroom into TeeVee Land. Our friend gifted us a 52” tv which will NOT be living on the first floor of our cottage.
In Hermann, first floor is entirely my domain for decor. Basement is entirely his domain. Upstairs is negotiable, as is garage space. I am drawing boundaries now, so there are no surprises later.
I'm so grateful for the good weather now. In the evening, when the remote control clicks between news and Food Network, I am getting a lot of reading in.
Include me among those who live with someone who has the tv always on when home. If I didn’t have my own space (our second bedroom and our deck when the weather is warm enough) I would go insane. I don’t need to hear Deep Space Nine, Harry Potter or Below Deck as SO watches them for the 500th time.
I am in the peace and quiet camp and DH loves tv. We have one in the living room and bedroom. After 5 the living room is mine and he must go to the bedroom to watch it. He also watches the same crap over and over. Because of the virus his engineering job never started.
If we had to live in the same small space like an RV or a studio apartment I think the tv issue would kill the relationship. So now he has the living room and I can go upstairs or downstairs depending on what i am doing to get away.
I can actually go either way; it really depends on my mood and/or what I am doing. Sometimes it's just nice to listen to music while I'm cooking, etc. I confess, when the tv is on, I'm generally "done" and totally engaging in mindless vegging..
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer." Mahatma Gandhi
Be nice whenever possible. It's always possible. HH Dalai Lama
In a world where you can be anything - be kind. Unknown
music is different.
I am talking about static ridden, often political shouting radio shows.
I have experienced DH working in our basement with one station on, another station blasting from the kitchen, and his clock radio on the 2nd floor yammering.
the cacophony! Oy Vey.
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