After yesterday’s memorial service, I was exhausted. It takes a lot out of me, being out in public in dress clothes, in the middle of a bunch of people I don’t know (or don’t know well). I thought I should get some work done, but all I did was collapse into the recliner. And whatever plan I had changed. The new plan was to stay there, in the chair, until time to retire.

Ah, but even the best-laid plans don’t have much of a chance these days, not to mention such ill-laid ones as “sit around doing nothing for several hours.” After Tammy called, the new plan was “go check out the new TV.” To be honest, if I have a chance to visit Aiden and his parents, a new TV isn’t required as an inducement. Still, a 55-inch wide screen high definition television set is a mighty attractive feature.

The set was delivered in a big monster box, and it took some effort to get it out of the box and in place. I mostly watched and helped hold Aiden back. He was quite sure that David and Eric needed his expert assistance, or at least his close supervision. Cords, wires, plugs? Fascinating stuff for an almost-thirteen-month-old. It doesn’t take much of a “no” to get him to back off, but it definitely takes more than one “no” to keep him away. He gets the idea; it’s just that he’s not totally on board with it.

Anyway. Big screen. Big clear picture. I sat there watching the basketball game (the last one for a few months) and sort of measuring the set in my mind, then mentally placing it in my own living room. Until I saw David’s new TV, I thought I was a few years away from getting a new one myself. I probably still am, but maybe not quite as many years as I was before I got a taste of this one.