Thanks to everyone who has commented about PCs vs. Macs, and feel free to keep the comments coming. We're still in decision-making, budgeting mode. But thinking about the electronics around here got me thinking about our last TV-buying decision.
You see, we like to get our money's worth out of things. Call it frugal, call it cheap, call it an attempt at good stewardship, but we hate to replace things that still work. That's why, when our incredibly comfortable couch became so frayed that it had reached the embarrassment-saturation point:
instead of buying a new one, I bought some fabric and (yes!It involved sewing!) covered the cushions:
(Oooh, that looks almost pink on my screen. Ugh. The couch is not pink. It's a nice, dark red.)
We just couldn't see spending money on a new couch when this one still worked.
And, that's why our old car, our beloved Putty, chalked up 227,000 miles before he collapsed. As our mechanic said, "He didn't owe you a thing."
Our last TV didn't owe us anything either. Awhile back, at the age of 13, it began to sputter. The picture would distort and go kablooey, but we found that if we smacked the side, the picture snapped back into place. Frugal people know that smacking the side of a TV is doable for weeks, even months. Perhaps years.
So, we smacked the TV on its right side until the day a bit of plastic fell off. Hmmm. Time to smack it on the left.
For awhile, anyway. Until you-know-what happened. So, there was still the top, right? And the picture was still snapping to attention with a well-executed smack.
Then one day, a bit more plastic fell off the side, and we worried that the thing had become a safety hazard. But, removing it from its home and carrying it to its burial place was easier said than done.
When Atticus hefted the body out of the entertainment center, it ... disintegrated. There was a sort of implosion of dust and aged plastic and the effects of repeated smacking. It was sad and ugly. I tried to shield the children from this wretched sight, but Anne-with-an-e jumped for the camera, and documented the TV's final moments:
Yup. That TV didn't owe us a thing.