It's really not so bad

It's been a couple months' now since I had funeral services for my television set. There was nothing uber-flat screen about her either - She was only 19", but she was a stocky, heavy-boned girl. She had full, round hips and large breasts. She really was a boob-tube.

The good news is she died peacefully in her sleep. Toward the end, she was a little grainy, and she started to lose her pitch for hearing certain sounds. She was very good to me over the years. I never heard any complaints from her like, "You're not going to watch that slutty Jenna Jameson one again, are you?"

What a champ.

I haven't found the motivation to replace her yet. I thought maybe I would on Neve Black Friday, but I didn't pull the trigger. I'm not sure if television sets are one of those things that you have to ease into replacing. Some people I know have so many, that I'm not sure if they'd notice if one just stopped breathing.

I'm actually enjoying not having a television set. It's really not so bad. It's quiet. When I'm not writing, I'm certainly not watching television. I'm reading more. After 9:00 p.m, I'm listening to 90.3 WCPN hosted by Dan Polletta. Movies? Yes, I do miss sliding a Netflix DVD in and relaxing on my couch. If I want to watch a movie, then I head to cute friend's house and snuggle up on his couch, or I go the theater and watch films on the really, really big screen.

It's really not so bad -

Neve

p.s. The 1950's Philco Predicta swivel tube t.v. above can be purchased here via Etsy.