I tried to watch TV for the first time in a long while. I wanted to see the US-Canada hockey game and the closing ceremonies. It didn't happen, though. I turned on the TV and discovered it had died. *sigh*
When I had a steady job, I would have gone out and bought a new one. Preferably something that incorporated the latest technology. And probably as large as I could get into my apartment.
Instead, I brought that deceased device out this morning for trash pickup. It's kind of weird to look at that corner and see a huge gaping emptiness there. I've had that boob tube for the better part of two decades. Honestly, it was hardly used in that time.
I think most of the use was playing video games, too. *shrug* I suppose, now that it's hard to make ends meet, I'm more aware of the things that break down. There's no way to afford replacing them. Another frustration upon all the other cares that worries at my soul.
With a steady income, I might have muttered a few angry words over the unfairness of that old TV dying at such an inopportune moment. With what's happened to me in the past five years, I've stopped feeling angry over another obstacle that affects my quality of life. Just a deep sigh and then getting to work, unplugging all the connecting cables.
What's worse is that I know that empty feeling that the Haitians felt after the earthquake a couple of months ago. Just pick up the shattered pieces and keep moving. You get accustomed to getting dirt kicked in your face as you lay prostrated. Humans are adaptable that way.
Normally, I'd let this post sit for a few days before posting it. Perhaps think of something funny to add so that the post isn't such an unhappy one. But, the topic is sort of time sensitive. I guess I'll leave it as it is.
