Thursday, February 2, 2012

It has happened. I've turned into my mother.

My mom loves to tell the story of how she bowled the best game of her life- the night before she gave birth to me.  Clearly a safe choice, (as was the whiskey sour a day that she confessed to having throughout her pregnancy- but I'll leave that for another day).  I still have the "Most Improved Bowler" trophy that she won.  It's pretty awesome.  An impressive 4 inch high marble base, with a silver statuette of a very elegant lady in a skirt- bowling.

As luck would have it, they also invented the microwave that week.  And my mom won it.  The very first microwave in existence.  It was enormous- I would say that it was probably about 3 feet long by 2 feet wide.  And loud.  And so powerful that it dimmed the lights when you used it.  That enormous piece of imperfect counter top radiation came into our house when I was a newborn, and didn't make its exit until my sister bought my mom a new one, somewhere around the year 2000.  I was 27.

Appliances are not meant to last that long.  That alone makes its presence in our home during all of the formative years of my life f-ing terrifying.  I would love to blame all my bad decision making on the fact that I used to love to rest my forehead on it and watch my food cook.  But I'm pretty sure my sister did that too- and she's a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist- so, yeah, no luck.


Of course, we tried to buy her one sooner- but you don't know my mother.  Not only did she not want a new one, she absolutely refused to allow the replacement of the damn thing.   My sister had to sneak it out of the house- literally. I'm pretty sure my mom started to cry when she saw its shiny, digital replacement.  And they weren't tears of joy.  Imagine taking the old family dog away from a 9 year old, killing it in the night, and trying to replace it with a bunny.  Now imagine that look on the face of a 60 year old woman.

The microwave wasn't the only archaic appliance we had in that house.  Yes, it's the only one I blame for my inability to conceive for many years, but now I have Lucien- so that's neither here nor there.  Our TV was fodder for legend.

Remember when electronics were also furniture?  That was brilliant.  Why make a necessary piece of household equipment small and efficient when it could be enormous, and also a piece of non-functional furniture?  Our TV sat about five inches from the floor, on a swivel base.  The TV itself was about a 40 inch.  The size of the shiny wood siding that housed it was about a 3 and half foot cube.  It was enormous.  We got it in 1978 when we moved to California.  My mom didn't get rid of that one until we refused to pack it for her move to Florida in 2003.  Only one button worked on the remote- the channel up button.  Do you know how incredibly frustrating it is to have to cycle through 52 channels to get to the one you want? Very.  I mean, never enough to make us get off our asses and walk to the TV- but very.

My mother still brings that TV up.  When we finally convinced her not to pack her300 pound soul mate up for the move, she gave it to a tenant she was renting a room to.  Boy is she pissed that it's still working, and not in her possession.  I saw Mike when I went back to San Jose.  Do you know that he still has that TV?  He loves it.  He says its the best TV he's ever had.  It really did have a nice picture.  And it was so different- the way you could watch it in the living room, and swivel it around an also watch it in the dining room.  
They don't make things like that anymore. 



I am typing at this very moment on a Mac power book I bought in 2004.  A 27 year old microwave, and a an 8 year old Mac are basically the same thing.  I haven't turned this computer off in 3 years, for fear that it won't turn back on.  Seriously.   And I haven't done any software updates either, because You know they put viruses in those.  Apple does.  They don't want their products to last that long.  In case you didn't catch on, that would be the inner dialogue of my brain.  Also, if you unplug it,  you have to fiddle with the power cord for about 5 minutes to get it to work again.  Why haven't I bought a new one?  Genetics, clearly.  I'm hard-wired to exhaust the shit out of anything that can be plugged into a wall.

My TV was bought for me by my mother in 1998.  It is a Sony 32 inch traditional boxed TV.  It's old. And huge.  And my friends have been know to tease me, relentlessly, for still having it.  My husband bought a flat screen a few years ago, and set it up in the living room as a surprise for me when I got home from work.  Oh.  Wow.  Yeah- great.  The picture is nice, but it's a little too clear- isn't it?  I mean, everyone looks kinda haggard.  And the sound, it's tinny isn't it?  But great.  It's great.  Thanks! 

Lying in bed that night, visions of my old workhorse just sitting sadly in the corner of the living room were too much for me to bear.  I mean, I was really bothered by this.  I just kept thinking I like my TV better.  It's old, but so what?  And who cares if it juts out 2 feet into the only path through our front room- not me!  Suddenly I realized I was laying awake thinking about my TV.  Ridiculous!

But, with the clarity that only comes when you are lying awake in the middle of the night- I learned something about my mother- and myself.   Of course a new flat screen would be better, in every way. But it's not the thing itself- it is its quiet, unwavering presence in your life.  In other words, welcome to aging.  Welcome to your youth slipping away.  Welcome to memories attached to things that were around, when you were younger and better in every way.  And who want to give those up?


Needless to say, my husband's flat screen now lives in his office, and my beloved television still takes up residence in the most important room in the house. .

They just don't make things like that anymore.

9 comments:

  1. We are soul sistas, you know this right? Even if I dream of the newer model of things I refuse to give up on the old one. My husband bought me a much needed newer laptop before Christmas. A few weeks into owning it, he rounded the corner to find me working on the old one. He looked at me oddly and said 'do you like the new computer?' To which I replied 'Well yeah of course I do but the old one still works and who would I bitch at every night if I used the new one?!' It was like my form of stress release, yelling and pounding on the old one! At least your mom allowed a microwave in the house... my mother to this day REFUSES to use/have one! HA. I am not that bad!

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    1. Oh my God. I actually refuse to have a microwave in our house. What is wrong with me?

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  2. We schlepped our big ol' box tv across the country and have every intention of moving it back! My Dad's motto, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." So if it's still working, why do we need a new one?

    Hmmm, I guess I've turned into my father. :)

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  3. You must have lived at my house growing up. When my parents finally, finally got a new Tv, I couldn't help myself from asking if it would come in furniture just like the old one. My mother was sincerely confused! Also it was only because the old one was so damn heavy, that my father didn't try to take it down the basement so he could "fix" it.

    And don't feel badly, I don't have a microwave either. My parents think I am nuts. Classic.

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    1. Clearly I have been scarred for life by that microwave, because I haven't owned one in 15 years!

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  4. I liked the swival TV............bet it still works! the microwave was another story......it was clearly an environmental disaster waiting to happen!

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  5. I just found your blog today. I really felt this post because I think my fiance had the same TV (it certainly sounds the same, an old 32" Sony!) and I am still reeling from his decision to replace it with a new flat screen just last week. I had all the same thoughts about the new TV! The only positive outcome is that it's so heavy he rethought his plan to move it down to the basement, so my own old TV gets to stay.

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  6. I dunno, some things are just better...we probably have the same Sony TV from 1998, huge and heavy, but the picture for non-HD tv is better than the flat screen 1090p tv we bought a few years back so it's our main tv. I don't think old things necessarily need to be replaced, they are sometimes better than newer stuff in a way, though I think you do need a new computer haha.

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