Big Screen TV
Lark
Big Screen TV
Lark

The source and sole reason for this purchase, at this particular time, is my husband. He has a form of dementia. He is home all the time. He loves ROKU. ROKU loves HDMI. My husband has a black belt in sitting on the sofa staring with a forlorn look on his face while watching cable TV. He fidgets. He sighs. He goes and takes a nap because there is "nothing to watch on TV" and he returns to repeat the pattern after about an hour. I am a strong woman and I am a survivor. Just say it! The 50-inch screen TV with HDMI port is for me. It is for me because my husband will now sit in blissful contentment watching ROKU and searching for channels for long periods of time. Searching each row and then choosing a movie about World War II or the Civil War or, and these I cannot watch, horror movies that he has not seen before. Did you get the part "has not seen before"? It is an important part. He has seen the vast majority of movies made since the first, glorious days of the cinema! I have to leave the room when he continues searching and searching. He is not a well man and he has slow thinking processes. I do not want to do further damage by beating him on the head with the remote control to the...you guessed it...ROKU. I bought myself peace of mind for the moment. I am worth it! Did I mention that he cannot find the volume control on the TV remote so he points the ROKU remote at the TV changing the show he is watching as he attempts to raise the volume. At that point I hear him calling my name. I go to his rescue. We get the correct channel, correct show and I hand him the remotes. We are both happy. Raise your hands if you think that will last.
I have Adult ADHD so I can do this switch on you. Did I mention that I think we have a transgender cat? He had no mom or dad so the "cat lady" raised him using a tiny baby bottle. He is Siamese and fit in the palm of our hands when we got him. He gained 10 pounds in a week. Just kidding. Nine days! He did not now how to be a cat. Our other cats taught him. They did not do a good job. He is different. I think he is transgender. My husband thinks I am a nutcase. Imagine that! The cat does not care one tiny bit what we think of him as long as we feed him, keep the litter clean and pay him some attention.
My husband's brain is dying one cell at a time. My brain is out for repairs. The cats rule. We have an HDMI port for the ROKU. I must have abdicated my throne or signed one of those long agreements that come with everything these days. Abdication is the only explanation. Not a shot was fired. Just sayin'!
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