One afternoon our television quit working.
It was alive and chattering the day before. But that afternoon it wouldn’t click on. Wouldn’t speak to the satellite or dance with the DVD player. It had expired during the night, never to be heard from again.
That TV was a monolithic dinosaur of technology and size. Ancient at only five years old. As rigor mortis set in, it became apparent a proper burial would not be easy.
Time of death occurred when my husband was out of town on business. The most interesting things happen when he’s not here. No way was I hauling that carcass to the dumpster alone.
So guess what happened when he came home? Ladies, you know the answer to this one. The TV remained exactly where it died for the next six months.
I have to explain. As you know, our house is for sale. The TV made for good staging. Prospective buyers didn’t know it was dead. They just thought it was off.
The perils of the housing market left us unsure we could afford another TV. Turns out, replacing it immediately was one of the best things we didn’t do.
The first few weeks were tough. Withdrawal and separation anxiety raged.
We pouted when we couldn’t watch Dinosaur Train or the new Ken Burns special or Top Chef. I agonized how I would occupy my child for the entire two hours after school and before dinner.
Gradually, incomprehensibly, we stopped missing it. I’d like to say we started some fantastic hobby like oil painting or guitar. Those are still on the list of things we’d like to do someday.
What we did when the TV died was simply live. We survived to tell the tale. It is possible to live in America today without a television.
Don’t get me wrong. I was raised on TV. It was always on in our house, a constant whirring of background noise. We do enjoy a good movie or show. And when we absolutely have to get something done child-free, our son’s favorite DVD comes in handy.
So after six months of watching movies on a 13-inch laptop screen, we decided it was safe to replace the television.
The new TV is smaller and slimmer than its predecessor. Light enough to pick up and throw out the window if it misbehaves.
We watch our selected shows or movies and turn it off. We have mastered it, at least for now.
Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? Romans 6:16 NIV
Enjoy the very first video played on MTV, Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles. Still campy and still a blast.