Three houses ago, my dad bought me a TV because the one I had was too small for him. Today, we replaced it. The right side stopped lighting up, slowly spreading the darkness across the rest of the screen.
I know that I watch too much TV. I should be staring at the 6-inch screen of my Kobo instead of the 55-inches of the TV. This isn’t about the size, it’s about the quality.
During the course of this Winter Break, one very important thing happened: I relaxed a fair bit. Even though I was busying myself with things, I was relaxed. I slept better than I have done in a long time. My mind was able to percolate and spill ideas out. It was nice to get an idea and then pull the thread.
My dad’s had a greater influence on me than just enjoying TV. He was always tinkering when I was a kid. We moved house and he just stopped, much like our old TV. He didn’t ever seem to find a replacement, I don’t think.
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