The Saga of the New TV
My search for a new TV came to a delightful and unexpected end today! While I was out walking the dog this morning, I saw a nice-sized used set at someone’s garage sale for $45. They thought it was “about 20 inches,” but weren’t sure (I ultimately measured it at home at 24). It had a built-in VCR and DVD and everything still functioned. What an awesome deal! Why hadn’t it sold? “It’s super heavy.”
Pshaw! I went home and discovered I had exactly $44 in cash in my wallet, and took that as a sign. (I paid the extra dollar in quarters.) I drove my car over to the sale (it was only one block away, but: HEAVY) and they helped load it into the backseat. (Step one: completed.)
So then the TV was in the backseat of my car. I moved the good old 13-incher that’s now going in my kitchen, cleared some dust bunnies (dust water buffaloes, more like) and then it was time to try to move the new one. I pulled the car right up to the front door, wedged it open, and with some grabbing and clawing, got the TV into the back stairway. (Step two: completed.)
Next: stairs! Four of them! This took more grabbing and clawing, as well as additional maneuvering and some real huffing and puffing. After twenty minutes of four or five false starts, I finally made the TV up the four steps and onto the landing outside my door. (Step three: completed!)
From there on, it was pretty easy. I scooched the TV onto a throw rug and pushed it across the kitchen tile and the hardwood, and then it was in my bedroom. Just a bit more scooching and it was next to the TV stand I already had. But how do I lift this thing 3 feet off the ground?
Well, I did it in stages. Lifted it about a foot off the ground onto an ottoman. Then, I sat on the edge of my bed, kinda leaned the set back onto my body and used my belly to leverage it up onto the stand. (Step four: completed! And victory!) (Also, a more in-shape girl could not have used the same technique! Though she probably would’ve had a much easier time with the stairs, so, toss-up.)
Anyway, this makes me feel awesome, not just because I followed through on this desire to get a new TV (and we all know I have problems with the following-through), but also because I accomplished it 100% by myself. It’s so easy to get despondent when you don’t have anyone around to whom you can say, “Would you carry that for me?” And I was certainly despondent for a few of those moments on the stairs. But when the TV was on the stand and I was cheering and Skylar was howling), I was quite proud of what I’d accomplished more through my determination than through any discernible muscle. GO ME.