No TV for Me

It’s impossible for me to watch TV in my own house! For the first few years I found it comical, all the remotes and different things you had to turn on and set to different settings just to watch a TV show. Now, I find it down right irritating. Approximately 6 months before the theater was installed in our basement, I had finally mastered the old system. I knew which remotes I need to set on which settings in order for me to watch TV or a movie. Then the home theater came along. That is a whole new ball of wax. In fact it’s so confusing that Hubby went out and spent a ridiculous amount of money on a remote that has buttons that says ‘watch TV’ or ‘watch DVD’ or ‘play games’ and easy things like that. So Hubby set it up so that all I have to do is push the button I want. Sounds easy, right? Sure does, however, the first time I attempted to use this contraption on my own it didn’t work. I wanted to play my yoga DVD. I hit the “play DVD” button and I got the sound of the TV, but no picture.

After an exasperated call to Hubby at work, he told me I had to push the ‘watch TV’ button first and then when that was all on and working okay to push the ‘watch DVD’ button. Okay, so I finally got that to work. And to turn it off, I had to reverse the process. (Which I again found out the hard way).

So, my plan this morning, on my nice day off, was to watch last night’s American Idol and walk on the treadmill. Well, I head to the basement and pick up the remote and choose ‘watch TV’. I get the sound, but no picture. I tried again. No luck. I finally gave up and decided that sometimes technology isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I sure think a good old fashion regular TV might be better down there and we can save the real theater for when we have a true theater room in that I will only watch movies or races in when Hubby is around.

So there I am with no TV. So, of course I am not going to walk on the treadmill if I don’t have anything to watch. There is no stereo down there, and I don’t do well with trying to read and walk at the same time. Plus I was so frustrated with the whole thing, that I just gave up and went to Target.

Change of subject: We are now learning how interesting life with a deaf dog can be. Poor guy, here we were yelling at him because we thought he was being obstinate, but it turns out he probably couldn’t hear us! I am sure he knew we were mad at him at times, but he probably had no idea why! I feel so bad now.

It’s humorous trying to live with a deaf dog. I still call him in when he is outside all though he never comes, and I am not sure why I waste my breath. You have to kind of thunk the floor when you are heading towards him so he can somewhat tell you are coming. There have been a few times now when I will reach down and touch him when he isn’t paying attention and he will about jump out of his skin. How do you command a deaf dog to ‘come here’? Or tell him it’s okay to take the biscuit? Hubby thinks he can read lips. I am not so sure about that…

Hubby returned to work today. He is moving slow and with an obvious limp. He says his knee hurts, but it still feels better than it did before the surgery. As they say: Time heals all wounds….