Last weekend I made a household purchase which I had been dreading for years. But, it was time. While I could still insert a memory card from a digital camera, which I had replaced years ago, (twice so far actually) to view photos of my much younger sons, I couldn’t get HBO Max on my antiquated Roku and, in an upstate Pandemic winter, I needed all the entertainment options possible.
Each previous time I had considered replacing my monstrously heavy, Sony last-generation-tube-tv, I had balked. In my mind, which carefully weighs cost and return, I simply couldn’t justify throwing a perfectly fine piece of technology into a landfill while it was still doing the job without a hitch. It didn’t seem fair somehow.
Hadn’t the model lived up to its agreement to reliably provide access to potentially quality entertainment?
Fifteen years ago, not many could have foreseen the remarkable growth in the need for USB ports or the severing of the presumed relationship between cable companies and what we view. It’s a different world.
And I needed a different, much newer, television on which to see it.
So, I started looking, keeping an eye on sales and screen sizes since I wanted to retain the armoire which presently was absolutely maxed out by the dimensions of my current old Sony.
Because I don’t like paying more than I have to, especially to large companies like Best Buy, I waited until Rakuten offered a 3% rebate and the television I was interested in was offered for a price I wanted to spend. When that all aligned, I pulled the trigger and the next day the tv was delivered to my front porch in an unmarked van.
The joy inspired by buying a new television was unexpected. Generally, I don’t care much for the latest or greatest in technology as I’ve come to learn that I probably use only a small percentage of a new gadget’s capabilities anyway. I’m certain this 4000k* tv smart will only confirm that observation.
I have to admit, though, that a big part of my excitement about this new device was just knowing that I would never again be responsible for either relocating or disposing of a 165 lb television.
I mean, this thing was a beast of a TV.
Although the screen measured only 32,” while the new one is 43,” it filled the armoire with not an inch to spare. In any direction. It was heavy as hell and deeper than any blond ever hired by Roger Ailes.
Yes, it was a lot of television and I’m thrilled to have it out of my house.
For the record, I recycled the tv at Best Buy. It was, at $25, $15 less than I would have been charged had I brought it back to the original place of purchase, where they couldn’t guarantee I’d have assistance getting it out of my vehicle. Money well spent, I think.
It had taken three people to get the television into my car (thanks, friends!) and only a single enormous and strong man to take it out. He refused any assistance, or even a cash tip, from me. Thanks, big guy.
By the way, the new television? I carried it upstairs by myself. Now if I can just figure out the remote control…
*the technology, NOT the price!
