A proper getaway
Several months back (not going to bother checking the exact date; it’s irrelevant), our big screen TV died. We didn’t hesitate. The replacement was up on the wall within a day, because some things can’t wait. Except that we had one more step in this process. The old TV had to go.
I come from a lifetime of fixing and recycling. That screen, back in the day, would have served to underscore a marvelous project of some sort. I had better resources, and better eyesight. This time around, I weighed the options (for about ten seconds) and then declared this particular piece of electronic garbage to be just that. Nothing inside that required me getting handy with tools. And still, the oversized marvel stayed here. In the garage. Under my watchful eye and taking up space.
This morning, I placed it (I don’t name my TV sets) in the back of the car, and with the careful attention of she who actually gets things done, it made the final journey to our local recycling site. No money was charged, and no farewell ceremony. The metamorphosis from a useful item in a modern household to just another piece of scrap was easier than expected. Could this be a harbinger of other, similar acts?
Son #3 sent me an interesting photo, a few minutes ago. He’s off to spend the weekend in a larger city, and after coming up dry on the “cadge a ride via social media” model, he opted for public transit. No inner-city bus for the lad; he’s on a passenger train. Exactly how I would have gone, in the same conditions. Even mused about working on board. He’s related in more than a genetic way.
