Yesterday went relatively well, from a cooking-and-eating perspective (ok, so the cranberry sauce didn't get opened due to lack of can opener - sue me). But from a television perspective? Bust.
You see, I've never bought a tv before. Somehow, in some weird way, people have always given me a set. So even though I've had three sets of my own (all at the same time, I might add), I've never thought of myself as a tv-owning kind of gal. Right now I have an 13" in storage, and a 19" here in the cottage. The 13" was a gift from my parents, and the 19" was a "reward" for helping my aunt empty out my great-aunt's apartment. This was in 1991, and who knows how much earlier the set had been purchased.
Then, yesterday, it became clear that my ol' reliable 19" was pretty much toast. At first I hoped I could help it limp along, but, well, there's nothing that can be done. Which then leads to the "what do I do about this?" question.
My sensible side says, "use the 13" in storage - you don't watch that much TV, and for a while you can live with the DVDs being on an even smaller screen." My impractical side says, "buy a new one today, because there are sales and you know you're probably going to want a bigger tv anyway."
I don't like what that side says about me: that I might be the kind of person to whom a bigger tv is important, the kind of person that runs out to replace something when there's a perfectly good substitute available. When I drove by storage just a few moments ago, the gate was locked and I thought "good!" and then felt ashamed of that thought. We'll see which side wins out tonight, when I have to go to the mall anyway (it's where the Tappan Zee Express bus is, not because it's where Best Buy and Circuit City and all the other stores are).