Another Monday. House is clean, finally, and even the street’s been swept by our first city leaf pick-up of the season. More golden maple sheddings already dot the blacktop.
I want to know why nothing’s sacred anymore. Rejections keep hitting me on Sundays; three the past month. Oh, right. Email makes the difference. Wtf?
Sorry. Just cursing amiably at my computer, trying to wait to eat anything till lunch (though my stomach says, Starving here).
Tim has acquired a 32-inch screen TV set. Not anything digital or plasmatized, but if you come over for a movie or Dr. Who it’ll be larger (and the free price was right). It’s huge.
I’ve truly come around to my husband’s way of gleefully using the stuff other people discard. I like this sense that we fit in a world where many folks change technology every few months or years. We’ll do our part keeping landfills emptier, recycling places less overwhelmed, by finding our cars, computers, and other do-hickies at friends’ homes or off of Craigslist.
Not that I needed a ginormous TV, barely fitting our stand, commanding attention when My Name is Earl comes on. But the guy I’m sweet on is this moment working his buns off so I can be here, rising early and joyfully writing whether I ever make money or not. He likes what he’s doing, it’s TV all the way, but he needs to unwind and enjoy the other side of the screen once in a while.
So I don’t begrudge his owning our “new” behemoth.
Yeh, I think men escape into another world when preoccupied with television. I even read somewhere how important it is for men to distract their minds, not sure who wrote that one, man or woman.
You’re a good woman to give the man you love BIG television!
I may have read that article, Sandy. At least I recall one talking about MIT graduates (male or female), and how they needed mindless entertainment to unwind. Tim considered MIT; didn’t go, but he could have. Anyway, that sort of brain is his.
Hooray for recycling.
I’ve always been aware that one reason I can live so cheaply (I’ve almost always only worked part time, so I’d have time to write, stare our the window, etc.) is because I live in a rich country where I can find what I need cheap used, or free–I’ve even turned down people’s offers of their old cars. (I am car-free.)
Time to write, stare out the window, and etc., is important and a great gift. Living simply makes more sense to me all the time. And both my kids want to remain car-free. So far they’re dedicated! I applaud them.