Way too hard

Tonight I got a call from my friend, Coco. She was letting me know that "60 minutes" was on and although it was a rerun, Bon Jovi was the featured subject. She tells me this because she cares. So I go to the den, so unassuming and naive, to turn on the TV to CBS, which should be channel 5 if I remember my days of watching "Survivor" correctly. I turn the TV on and there I find only static. I turn to channel 5 and there is still static. I remember that we are now digital and make sure that crazy box on the top of the TV is showing a green light instead of a red. It is green, but there is still static. My first instinct is to call one of the kids for help, but alas, they aren't home. In fact, they won't be home until Tuesday. Dirty Larry is off running an errand. I gather up all the remote controls that I can find, hoping that one of them will blink something at me that seems familiar or maybe, if they are worth anything at all, they will just start speaking and tell me how the heck to watch Bon Jovi. I start pushing buttons willy-nilly but only have luck in making the static much louder.

Because God is good to me, even when I don't deserve it, Dirty Larry walked in the door right at the moment I was about to commit a crime against an electronic device. He very calmly did some stuff....I don't know what (later he admitted to me that it was what Litkia had taught him to do), but it worked and I was able to bask in the glow of the TV while Jon Bon Jovi was speaking such nice words and looking so pretty.

I hate TV. And, I hate it even worse now that it's digital. What a waste of time and electricity. Don't people know about Netflix and Facebook? Now THOSE are worthwhile time wasters....sheesh.