I conquered the television remote control during my recent stay in the hospital. Now if I could only say the same for the one at home. I no longer reach for it. There’s no need. I don’t know what to do with it when I have it—I’m convinced it hates me. The remote at the hospital seemed simple or could that have been the morphine drip messing with my mind?
I’ll take books, magazines, newspapers, or my Kindle any day over the television.
Don’t get me wrong, there are times I want to watch television. Perhaps a show my husband recorded for me would make a nice break in a hectic day—but which remote do I pick? For all the diagrams my wonderful, kind, and patient husband has drawn for me—I still don’t understand our remotes.
I grew up in the Flint Hills of Kansas on a cattle ranch and having a television was not a high priority in our household. A black and white set entered our home when I was in third grade and it came with its own limitations and rules.
We received two stations but, more often than not, only one station worked and that one was snowy and often we could just barely make out the picture on the screen. Does anyone understand the concept of a ‘snowy television screen’ any longer? The antenna was some wire contraption on the roof of our home and it doesn’t take much imagination to recognize how well that worked in wind-swept Kansas.
My parents limited us to one hour of television per day, including weekends. After school we had chores to perform, homework, always a sit- down family dinner, and then—if time permitted—the television was turned on.
The television was never on during dinner time and we never ate anywhere but at the table as a family where real discussions were held. In later years, my brothers and I often laughed, if you weren’t at Mom’s table at 6:00 p.m., you might as well be dead. Now that we’re all in the afternoon of our lives, we recognize that Mom and Dad set honorable family values for us to carry into the world. We also know the importance of the family as a unit.
I’ve carried the entertainment concept into my adult life. I can always see a movie later, a television show on a re-run or not at all, or read a book later—we only have this one moment in time to spend with those we love.
I digress from those pesky remote controls. They’ve determined they’ll rule when I’ll watch television.
For me, the current remote is over-designed. I don’t want all those extra buttons. I become further and further lost with every advancement.
I’m tired of trying to get the TV to turn on, let alone find something once I get there. We didn’t need a TV Guide when I was a kid with one channel and sometimes two channels and I certainly don’t need one when I can’t even turn on the TV.
Maybe I’ll like this remote business when we have voice recognition. I like Dragon and other voice recognition software. But beware it may be hard to train your new device to understand more than one voice.
For now, I’ll watch or not as my husband zooms through commercials for which he has zero tolerance. Once in awhile, I’ll say, “Stop I want to see that commercial.” With a pained look on his face, he uses my commercial time to take the dogs outside.
Thankfully, I only have a few favorite shows and those can be easily recorded by my husband and not me.
Do you get along with your remote control? Do you have any secrets to share with me that will turn on that light bulb of understanding?