The basement project continues. The new flooring is now clean and shiny, and the huge pile of stuff in the middle of the room has been dealt with. There are still hundreds of books stacked in the storage room that need to be put back on the bookshelves, but the majority of the difficult work is behind us. The spillover into the family room has also been cleared out and those two boxes of exposed stash have been put back into hiding.
As I surveyed the new and improved rec room two things became apparent. The first was the old futon couch we purchased in 1993, the one that used to fold out into a bed but now has the broken frame nailed together making such a maneuver impossible, had seen better days. On Monday Jay, Alexandra and I went to a furniture store to shop for a replacement. We were looking for something economical (after all, it is just going in the basement), relatively animal proof, and comfortable. I am happy to report we found just what we were looking for. And if one was to believe the pricing at the store, which would in my opinion be a clear sign of gullibility on the part of the person who held such a belief, we got the couch and love seat for 50% off the regular price.
The second thing that needed to be dealt with was our old TV. It is the kind of TV that is so heavy chances are you will need to buy a hernia belt after you have moved it.
I am not sure what, exactly, contributes to that weight. It certainly isn't the screen. Something so small couldn't possibly be that heavy.
So off we went to the electronics store. Me who hates shopping and my husband who is somewhat of a recluse. We had a nice twenty something guy helping us. After the first few minutes he slowed the conversation down in much the same way you do when you realize you are conversing with someone who is not fluent in your language. Even with the dumbed down sales pitch I found my eyes crossing. Plasma vs. LED? Polarized screen vs. not? Screen size - 40, 45, 50, 55?
He showed us a smart TV. I didn't know there were smart TVs, which I guess made me a stupid customer. He started showing us some of the features of a smart TV. He lost me when he got to the part about how, for example, if we had been on a trip to Cuba we could just watch our holiday pictures right on the TV through the wireless connection. I am not sure if it was the idea of Cuba (after all, I am still an American and I think they would arrest me if I went there), or the idea of my face splashed all over a 55" screen that scared me the most.
Keep in mind my husband had been a very reluctant shopper up to this point. As we departed the house I heard him mutter under his breath that he was just looking, but he wasn't buying. That look of determined non-consumerism continued right up to the moment the guy handed Jay a pair of 3D glasses and turned on a hockey game.
Once we decided to buy, the twenty something guy had to slow down his speech even more and add in some hand gestures. He flashed the DVR remote control in front of us like a magic wand, sweeping his hand over the buttons saying, "It's just like the one for your DVD player." I squirmed as he said it. I never have figured out how to run our DVD player. I told him as much. If I watch a DVD I use my laptop. He gave us detailed instructions about which cable to plug in where, and I kept nodding my head like I got it, all the while desperately hoping Jay understood what the heck the guy was talking about. When we got to the car Jay assured me he had no clue either.
So far things are going very smoothly with the new TV. There's been no confusion about where the cords and cables go, or about how to use the remote. Of course, all of that could change once we take it out of the box.