There is a guy outside my house working on a satellite dish receiver. I am getting what they call in the Satellite TV business an “upgrade”. I may not get anything today the way the wind is whipping up with a threat of bad weather out there. It ain’t worth it, my friend! Get in here now. Unless you’re just about finished with the outdoors part and hurry up!
For years and years my dear wife, Carrie, and I have been looking at a big old box of a television that just refuses to play out. If I get as much quality life out of the new TV we just bought, I will be shocked and delighted. Right now I just hope I don’t get shocked by lightning. I got struck once before, you know.
The cabinet that held our land-locked smallish to today’s standards of a television set is gone. Well, it is dismantled waiting in the garage to be picked up. With its demise came the opportunity to get a larger television for the room I look at football games when I am sitting on the couch and not sitting in the floor doing sit-ups during commercials like I did when I was a much younger man with a much smaller gut. I remember having sit-ups contests with a friend of mine. We’d call each other after every one half hour during prime time commercials…back when we had four TV stations and one television oddity that played Big Bird, Mr. Rogers, and documentaries by folks that sounded like they were doing either promotional work or auditioning for NPR. PBS has come a long way, baby.
As the sky gets darker and the threat of a storm is still with us, if not getting stronger, I still have not heard from the young man whom drove up in a blue and white van filled with stuff that will.. or so they say, enhance my football on television watching experience. The television I recently procured looks like a drive-in movie screen compared to the postage stamp of a picture we once had in there. I watched Manning brothers win four Super Bowls on that postage stamp. How can I get rid of it? Well, I watched the second half of those games on the postage stamp after watching the first halves over at my folks’ house on a TV bigger than my postage stamp. I still have not gotten rid of that TV…yet.
I hope the fella outside working in my TV infrastructure is still hanging in there. He is still working. I think. If he would have been struck by lightning I am sure he would of hollered. Maybe I should check. I just heard some furious thunder to the west.
Never mind. He’s okay. I hear him using a drill out there. Sounds like he is hustling. Sounds like he is changing tires in the pits at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. It is forevermore dark out there. I would take a picture…but then you would look at it and criticize me for not going out and telling the boy to get in the house. Hey, he is a professional. Let the man do his work. While he does, I think I might head to the storm shelter. Its looking worse all the time.
Gotta go and think about speaking the rights.
Danny Johnson