I bought the 45″ TV for Burt. He had gotten us the smaller one a long while back. I am happy with it. The bigger screen seemed to be suited to his watching from his recliner. I don’t watch from his recliner.
In fact, I had gotten both the TV and the big brown chair for him to enjoy when we moved out of our studio into the top floor.
True that the fact that the littler TV not being a smart TV is a disadvantage these days. At the time we brought it into our home we had requested it be stupid.
Who wants a TV that might prove to know more than they do?
In 1990, I did not have a TV at all. TVs in those days were uniformly stupid, so when Burt got one for our home, it had no special powers.
Our TV journey was a long and wind swept road. Never cable, we declared. Instead, Burt purchased whole seasons on tape. I had a suspicion that DVDs were the up and coming technology. We got a player and Burt returned from Best Buy with new releases each week.
Burt was our entertainment tsar. I just stream on the little TV with its XUMO box. My choices are well worn flicks featuring well known, or familiar to me, players.
I saw Fried Green Tomatoes the other evening. That’s an again. My film yesterday was actually new to me, but I always like Edie Falco. [It turns out that I’ll Be Right There was released in 2023.] TV makes me restless, it turns out.
We had gone from no cable to TW to FIOS.
I switched us to Spectrum with side excursions packaging phone and telly. My cable bills were insane. Now, I have one too many screens. If you count the extra cellphone and 2 tablets, it counts as more.
My friend J is advocating for my keeping the big, smart TV over not. I just don’t know.
this is our life 