How do you work this *?#%&* DVD player?

As often as we watch DVDs (which we haven‘t done in close to a year), you’d think we would at least have some “how to” directions written somewhere. So this morning Glen decides to watch a DVD. He calls out to me “Dee, do you remember how to play a DVD?” My first thought, “good grief, how should I remember!” So, he’s at the DVD player, I’m holding a remote, we’re both pushing buttons and pretty soon, nothing works – only snow on the screen. At one point, we can hear it but no picture! Finally, in frustration, I throw down the remote, throw the booklets on the table and go back to breakfast.

After stuffing the last bite, guiltily, I go back to the living room and pick up the remote and try again. Same results. In frustration, I hit another button and, “voila!”, there is the picture. Even sound. Now, the perfect time to write the directions. But, how can a person do that IF THEY DON’T REMEMBER HOW THEY DID IT!!! What I wonder now is, with all the different buttons I pushed, how do we get the TV picture back! I really need my “tech smart” kids here to help out with this little issue.

One of my favorite things to do on a Sunday morning is to sleep in with no alarm to disturb me. On the other hand, Glen still gets up early, eats and works. He checks on me a few times to see if I’m still in a deep slumber, then, as I begin to barely open one eye, he brings me a wonderful, aromatic, cup of coffee, my Sunday Sudoku puzzle, and the TV remote. Oh, does that coffee ever smell good. I turn on TV, watch the classic movie network, work the puzzle, and then, finally, get up, shuffle into the kitchen and have breakfast. Usually, this is about 11 am. Now you know why I like to attend Mass on Saturday evening. It’s usually afternoon before I dress, make the bed, and become human again. And, I try not to think about Monday morning and the mess on my desk. This is why I really look forward to Sunday mornings.

Here we are in the first part of February, and the temperature is in the 60s and 70s. What’s with that? We haven’t really had winter. Not that I care since cold is not my thing. I’m going outside for a walk before the rain comes (if it ever comes).

And so, another Sunday morning passes.