Thursday, November 15, 2007

Home alone

Rob is in California this week for work, which is always fun for me as long as it doesn’t last more than a couple of days. It means that I have total control over the TV and no compromising is necessary. I eat cereal for dinner, leave my things lying around, and generally behave like a 15-year-old who has her own apartment. Ok, I also go to the gym, get to bed early, and eventually clean up after myself, but the point is that I do whatever I feel like. And if I feel like watching The L-Word while eating a candy bar, that is what I do (once.)
HOWEVER. Last night when I got home from yoga, I went to turn the TV on and nothing happened. Normally, there is a little red light when the TV is off and a little green light when it’s on. No lights. Since my electronics/technology IQ is a 7 (out of 3500), I was confused. I walked in circles. I looked at the TV. I looked at the cats. No one knew what to do. I made sure the TV was plugged in. After that, I was pretty much out of ideas. I called Rob.
“Is the TV plugged in?” he asked. Yes. “Then without being there, I don’t know what to tell you.”
So I picked up my book. As someone who reads books all the time, I have no problem spending an evening that way. But let me tell you something. When you really wanted to watch Tell Me You Love Me On Demand while picking the cranberries out of a bag of granola, a book sometimes doesn’t cut it. It was an early night.

5 comments:

Jonathan Lyons said...

if you're still stuck tonight let me know and I can try to help, or feel free to come on down and watch with me and Cameron. Could be one of the last episodes of the office for a while with the WGA strike...

Sarah said...

Thank you for the offer! It turns out that there is a hidden plug I didn't know about...and by hidden, I mean in plain sight in the second bedroom. But really. The bedroom? So not intuitive.

Catherine said...

A perfect example of "You can't live with them and you can't live without them". That has happened to me more them once during the Canadian fishing trips. That and leaving the keys in the door all nite. My defense on that score is that a professional robber would never check the back door to see if someone left keys for him to use. Catherine

Daniel said...

If I had a dime for every time I've had to walk Amanda through a technical problem with our TV or stereo or computer... Oh, wait. Nevermind. I had it backwards.

Krista Lyons-Gould and Brooke Warner said...

The L Word while eating a candy bar? Awesome. I've tried Indian food, pizza, stir-fry, and all with lots of wine, but never a candy bar. Thanks for the tip.

K.