It’s not that I felt superior, so to speak. I was just proud of us for being able to forgo the mind-numbing effects it can have on one’s brain. Being able to withstand the draw of the lights and action and fame and desire and idiocy helped us feel more connected to each other. And maybe we did feel a wee bit superior.
All that has come crashing down around us though. We have succumbed and our lofty plans and dreams and ideas about ourselves are breaking down around us.
We bought a tv antenna. So we now can watch more than DVDs on this huge movie screen of a tv. I can tell you are wondering, like Ralphie’s dad in A Christmas Story, “what brought you to this lowwwwwly state?” Truth be told, it was my cheapness frugalness mixed with Du’s desire for watching football. We never even looked into getting an antenna because we liked the idea of not being able to turn on the tv whenever we wanted. It forced us to do other things (like play on the computer) like play games as a family (like read more blogs) like read more books. The shows we did want to watch we could find on the computer. ESPN360 became our #1 bookmarked site with Lifetime (Project Runway) running a close second. We had all we need at our fingertips.
That is until the NFL playoffs this past Sunday and the realization that neither game would be aired on ESPN360. What were we going to do?! It was God-ordained, I tell you. We were sitting at a church lunch with a new couple and they happened to mention that an HD antenna was only a couple bucks at WalMart. And it was also so ordained that there’s a WalMart within a stone’s throw of our church. My penny-pinching mind began to run the numbers. Either go to a sports bar/restaurant where we not only are outside the comforts of our own home for over five hours, but we’re also paying for food, drinks, and having to use someone else’s potty. OR we pay $30 for an antenna, which would be cheaper than the food and drinks and we could use our own potty.
It was also so ordained because it only took Du about five minutes to hook the thing up and get a signal. I mean, he didn’t even have to cuss or anything. We didn’t even have to try out several different spots in the room to see if a grainy signal could be found. We found reception right away, and boy does it look good. My mind was offended at the speed and chaotic nature of the commercials, but it sure did tell me I wanted some Chili’s when my eyes saw that mouth-watering food pop up on the screen. It didn’t help that we hadn’t had dinner.
So yes, we broke down and entered the 20th century. But don’t expect us to get all fancy and get cable or a DVR or anything like that. We still haven’t told the kids that it’ll come on regularly if you just press the little button on the side of the tv.