Most of the time when something like that happens, I just figure what a bummer it is and fix it. But last night I felt like God was sending me a message: It's time to stop watching TV and playing computer solitaire and start reading all those books you keep meaning to read and working on the scrapbooks you're behind on (not in a booming voice, but from the darkness of the TV screen).
This has given me a lot to contemplate, because I don't normally think God is talking to me because I am in constant question over whether it's really him. But hey, he turned the TV off and TV issues have been niggling at my mind of late.
We have extended basic cable now and I can always find something on even if there's nothing on. Just surfing for something to watch takes a lot of time and believe me, there is still really nothing on.
I hate paying the huge cable bill, there's tons of reruns even in the short time we've had extended cable (just since November), and the reality is my life will not change without a TV in my bedroom (they say it's not healthy to have a TV in your bedroom anyway; whoever "they" is).
I don't watch much on Tuesdays, yet I'm in front of the TV all night and we literally have a TV in every room in the house except the kids' rooms (I'm such a mean mom).
It's the easiest course of action (or lack thereof) when I'm tired at the end of a day, but my life didn't change at all last night without TV. I was still playing solitaire after the TV went out, but it was rather pleasant having the quiet in my head. I folded the mountain of clean laundry on my bed in silence too.
I'm not ready to run out a buy a new TV because it doesn't feel like a priority right now, but my husband is. I suggested one a little smaller so it's not so bright when he's trying to sleep. He didn't like that idea because (and I quote), "I like watching TV in here sometimes and I'm an old guy and can't see a smaller one. 32" inch is a standard size."
Sure, it's hard to watch TV through your eyelids, because my husband is like a Kewpie doll and he falls asleep as soon as he lies down, or sits down for that matter.
After he came in and pushed buttons and was thoroughly satisfied I had pushed all the same buttons, he began to contemplate his next move: "Find the receipt, this is the newest TV we have!" I looked for the receipt and it's long gone, probably because we've had it for 3-4 years and I've since tossed it.
Truthfully I don't know what will happen, it will probably get replaced eventually, but it's demise has made me contemplate my life, habits and choices.
I hate it when God kicks my butt.