An 11-Year-Old That Just Won’t Die

...he is fit for immortality, O best of TVs

The 65-inch Mitsubishi HD TV sits there. It came into our family in 2006, about the same time as Sable. That first Sunday morning, we gloried in its HD clarity and the range and depth of sublime colors of Planet Earth narrated by Sigourney Weaver.

It was an event TV moment. The girls played on the floor with our new labradoodle puppy, as stunning high-definition Canadian geese migrated across the screen. The camera’s geese-eye-level image of them so close, so detailed you could see the play of muscles under feathers with each beat of wings. Its musical accompaniment, a chorus of honks—fowl vibrato—from surround sound speakers (the one’s set in the ceiling heightened, no pun intended, the sense of their overhead flight).

Eleven years on, Sable is our gray lady. Slower, stiff-in-the-hips, but deeply loved.

The Mitsubishi keeps on keeping on.

“…he is fit for immortality, O best of TVs.” –Changed slightly from the Vedic Tradition, a phrase by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Immortal TV - The 11-year-old That Won't Die by Dennis Lowery

Little does it—the TV—know… but my wife, Daphne has fallen in love with another. Size does matter to her, as does its ultra-ness. That 85-inch UHD SmartTV at Costco whispers to her, and she flirts back. But she knows I’m not going along on a new TV, while Old Faithful still gives good service. That’s how I roll.

But… and I’m not sure, yet… I hear whispers, I see the looks and think… Daphne is planning something. Contemplating—maybe even planning—a premature device death. Sabotage, if it won’t die on its own. The Mitsubishi may not see next Fall’s holiday specials.

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