I'm a big fan of radio. The first thing I do when I come downstairs in the morning is turn on the radio, and the last thing I do when I leave the house is turn it off. I hardly ever watch TV, but I don't know what I'd do without my tunes! Today I chose to keep the radio off and enjoy the silence.
I didn't even realize what I was doing for a while. Tony and I walked to church today, and when we got home, I changed my clothes, started the laundry, and I grabbed some leftovers for lunch out of the refrigerator. Donald came in from a trip to the grocery store, so all three of us sat down to eat. My normal routine was broken, so I just didn't get around to turning on the radio.
A couple of hours later, Tony was working at the kitchen table and I was checking my e-mail when I realized the house was QUIET! It was actually nice. When I went in the family room to read the newspaper, I made a conscious decision not to turn on the stereo or the TV for the white noise it usually provides. I could hear a gentle rain shower coming down, and a couple of birds chirping outside.
When Tony got back from the grocery store, he turned the radio on to NPR, which is his tradition when he's cooking Sunday dinner. I couldn't believe how different the house sounded.