Technology and upheavals…

My trusty workhorse desktop PC died last Friday morning…

It’s given me multiple years of good service, but has been slowing down in the past few months. I’ve considered whether it was time to replace it but – you know what it’s like – it’s a faff, an upheaval, a downright PITA in fact. Also Himself has a way of making me feel like I’m being self-indulgent when I decide it’s time for something new before the old one breaks. So I put it off.

I was more than a bit peeved when it finally happened though, ‘cos it followed hard on the heels of a recent TV upheaval. Short story – TV not well, gets sent for diagnosis, week later is pronounced terminal. Longer story – we head to the store where I allow myself to be convinced to get a bigger size (what is it about men and big TVs?) Up till now, I’ve fought this, for we only have a small apartment and I don’t want the TV to take over our living room. But it was his birthday coming up, and he’d not come up with any ideas of what he wanted (and refuses to be gifted anything other than little surprises – of the Christmas stocking variety), so I agreed – on the basis it would be my gift to him.

After much musing and measuring, this enormous thing gets placed in our car where it only just fits, and then the real upheaval starts. It’s turns out to be too heavy for the existing table, so a new TV stand has to be ordered, which is so big, it’s not only the existing table which has been displaced, but also my fancy writing desk. As selling second-hand furniture is currently impossible in the UK via any outlet than charity shops, I have started the process of ringing round multiple charities in an attempt to donate them (they’re good quality and in good condition) So, while waiting for their response and while crammed in with both the huge TV and stand, as well and the furniture yet to be disposed of, Himself breaks the news that the TV will not be his gift, ‘cos he has other ideas. By the way, at this time, we are a matter of mere days before his birthday. Oh, and when he says he has ideas, they’re not actually fully formed quite yet. Yeah…

And just as I’m recovering and catching my breath from that upheaval, that’s when my PC dies. No problem thinks I, we’ll just pop to the shops to pick up a new one – except, ‘cos there’s a Black Friday sale going on, there’s no stock which will meet my needs anywhere within the southeast corner of the country, at which news I may’ve sworn very eloquently and at some length.

It’s felt like a long wait (although was only a couple of days in fact), and it’s now here and mostly set up, but – surprise, surprise – it also involved a major re-organization of my desk. In truth, a significant declutter is required, but… I’ve had a veritable breakout of work deadlines in just two days offline, so am going to have to live with the chaos for a while longer.

That said, it’s probably not the best use of my time to be be sitting here, writing my blog and complaining to the internet, but… 😉

Any insight on the men and big TVs thing you’d care to share? Or suggestions how to make my living room feel less cinema and more cozy home?

© Debs Carey, 2024