Text from me to Bestie:
I feel so you don’t, like a freakin’ millennial.
A little context.
My Roku died.
Not exactly. After restarting the router and checking all of the Roku connections (I have ancient almost Paleolithic Roku with red white and yellow connectors so there are a lot of connections to check) and replacing the batteries in the remote and unplugging them all and blowing on them like I do the spark plug when the mower is tetchy and plugging them all back in and just restarting the whole system . . .
I determined that it’s just the remote that’s kicked it. Probably.
I mean there’s no way to really check if the problem is just in the remote when there are no buttons are anything on the device. It’s not like fancy tvs with remotes like when I was a kid (we didn’t have one but the next door neighbor did). You could still turn on the tv, change the channel, change the volume with buttons and dials on the tv if the remote wasn’t working. But these new-dangled devices don’t work that way. If the remote dies, you buy a new remote.
Which wouldn’t be a big deal except the south has more crazy “wintery mix” weather coming this weekend. And as I learned from last week’s snowstorm, I need comfort — comfort food, comfort clothes, comfort duvet, comfort books, and comfort tv.
So can I buy a new remote here or more likely down in Lexington before the rain/freezing rain/sleet/snow* arrive? Hell no. Walmart has nothing at the local store (could’ve told them that) but available online to order. Best Buy (which seems confused about its own name, maybe the sign out front says Magnolias but the web site is Best Buy, whatever it’s not a good sign) only stocks the super duper extra fancy voice remotes with headphone jack and air fry option (maybe I dunno).
I downloaded the Roku remote app (which everyone under 35 has been muttering under their breath about while reading this and everyone my age and older is wondering how the hell a remote can be an app). I didn’t know if something that fancy would work on my primitive device, but it does, and I felt all kinds of fancy myself. Hence the excited text.
(You already forgot about the text which began this whole rambling story, didn’t you?)
All of which reminded me of the post I meant to write during last week’s weather. See, I never got to the store and then there was all of that s-word talk so no way was I going to Kroger so I just kept adding to my list for post-storm shopping.
Before the snowstorm items:
carrots
broccoli
bread
lettuce
linguine
coffee
cheese
Items added after the library closed early and it took me about 1 hour 45 minutes to get home:
broth
pasta
pizza
mac n cheese
And by pizza I meant the most basic frozen pizza adored by college students for it’s 4 for $5 price.
And by mac n cheese I meant store brand yellow box.
And, yes, linguine, pasta, and mac n cheese are separate distinct items.
So obviously snowstorm = regression to childhood. Add that to the making my phone be my Roku app and you have . . .
I have no idea what. I don’t really have a good wrap-up for this post. But I feel young, or at least childish.
I did buy a 7’ x 4 1/2’ shed as an early birthday present for myself. It was a really good close out deal. It should fit along the side of the house where nothing grows because of the two holly trees.
Oh god, I’m old.
*Freezing rain is not the same as sleet. Ask your nearest meteorologist to explain it to you.
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