The vastly superior Garden wins a battle with the television to hold sway over time and inattention, though each one clamors in it's own way. After all, one could watch gardening on TV, but there's always the chance of your father coming in, and laughing at the fat smiling men leaning on spades and talking about how to sow seeds in your own backyard. He has a very loud laugh, my father, and very strong. It makes his stomach wobble up and down, as if he were breathing very fast, or hard. Or both.
