if you know me, or happen to have read this, you will remember the passing of a loyal but aging piece of technology not too long ago.
a moment of silence for this dear friend.
today i bring you another eulogy of sorts.
i bet you didn’t think i’d know what a yougoogalie is .
this friend was bigger, believe it or not. think: large and in charge, full of laughter and drama. we spent many an evening together, just sitting as a family, watching each other . . . well really just us . . . watching him . . . our old t.v.
i feel bad that we never gave him a name. he was gifted to us as an upgrade from our tiny dorm-sized t.v. when the in-laws went on a de-cluttering spree. he made the long journey south tucked in blankets in the trunk of the focus. we struggled to move him into the treehouse, and he’s been a living room staple ever since. he didn’t draw attention – but was there when we needed him.
that is, until, he got sick.
for months now, the poor t.v. has had bouts of sickness, something respiratory i think – or maybe vascular, i’m no doctor. i know he had a bad tube somewhere, but to help him feel better we would pat him on the back, err, pound his top until he snapped back to normal.
this week, dear t.v. shut his eyes for good. i could still hear his sweet voice, like his grandfather the radio, but my best defibrillator impersonations showed not the smallest blip on his stats. after a few tears, most for the fact that i was alone with him when he went, i said by goodbyes and pulled the cable chord.
in his place, now, after much huffing and puffing (dear t.v. never thought much for diets) sits a distant cousin. another gift from the other parentals. this t.v. is only slightly thinner, and has her own quirks, like a backless remote that struggles to keep its batteries in place. while she’ll never be dear old t.v. – i have great confidence that we can make it a few more years with these hand-me-down friends.
you just can’t buy this kind of personality.
or move it, apparently, without a strategic operation and a few pulled back muscles. now how do i get it off the floor and out of the living room?
i think he’s making the new girl nervous.