Broken

When we bought our house eleven years ago, we splurged on a big screen TV. E had always promised himself that if he ever owned a home, it would have a nice big television. It's a somewhat bulky rear projection set that we knew would not last forever. It up and died last week. I'd proclaimed many times that I could never have a smaller screen.

While we have settled on and even purchased a new bigass TV*, we have to figure out what to do with the old one. If it can be repaired, we may do that and donate it to a non-profit film organization. Or we may just sell off some of the parts. Anyway, the garage seemed like a nice holding spot in the meantime, but oh yeah, the garage door broke recently too. What seemed like a simple DIY repair is not and will involve hiring someone.

At least my broken dog, Cosette, is healing nicely. Her leg wound is healing, although she did start licking it again in spite of bitter spray. I've had to do some home bandaging. She continues on antibiotics for a bladder infection, but is perky and feeling well.

*Same size screen (56 inches), as our den is fairly small and anything bigger would just be obnoxious.