Now that I walk three steps to my office instead of having to sit in traffic for sometimes an hour, twice a day, the one thing I miss is my one-on-one time with radio – mostly public radio, but any radio really.  I still catch up a little on the weekends, bringing my morning tea back to bed on occasion and only getting up when I’ve heard everything at least once.  But a month or so ago I turned off that bedside radio alarm to spare the early wake-up for an out-of-town family visitor, and forgot to turn it back on.

I never got into satellite radio, so don’t even know what they send out over the airwaves.  Kind of ironic too, as I used to work for a radio network. All in all it’s struck me that I’m kinda out of the news reporting loop. And funny, I don’t really feel like I’m missing anything there.  I mean I get my headline news on my computer and my blackberry, and I do get the local paper four days a week (although mostly I use that as litter layers for the rabbits and new guinea pig!). And podcasts, I don’t partake myself but I feel it’s not the same anyway.

What’s missing and what I like so much about terrestrial radio is the intimacy.

Interacting on fb like we are now definitely gives me hope that all will not be lost forever in our more and more isolationist society, but it seems that on that personal, one-to-one level it may just become quieter and quieter; friendly, funny, soothing, even jarring voices on the airwaves being replaced by the muted clicking and clacking of keyboard keys.

When I go to bed tonight I’m going to make sure my radio alarm button is re-set.  And I do still have one radio-listening ace up my sleeve: I always, always tune in to the radio when I’m soaking in the tub!

Sure hope you’ll hang around a while longer dear Airwaves.

P.S. I am participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge this month – 31 days of July, a blog a day if I can.