Why I Miss the Sixties.

No. Not because of the cool hairstyles. Because technology hadn't advanced to the point yet of passing my understanding. When one pushed A button, the TV made a PHISHHHH sound and smelled funny. Oh, I miss that PHISHHHH and that smell. Life was simpler. A young girl of three could make Romper Room appear on the screen, with just the simple push of A button.

Pride truly goes before a fall. Not that I ever doubted that. I was so thrilled with my recently discovered ability to record things on the DVR. I could on command, as if by magic, bring the Sesame Street theme song into the room to the absolute thrill and delight of Baby Boy. Bob the Builder? Same thing. Baby Boy has no interest whatsoever in the Bob the Builder show, but oh how he can dance to the opening song! Signing Time? That song can calm the savage beast in him.

But last week some show that was recording by timer must have had a marathon. The hours of time available were filling up. I mentioned to THGGM that when Youngest Son appeared I would have to ask him to delete some of his presets, since he no longer lives here.

Never tell a man that you will need his son to figure something out. THGGM assured me that HE could delete them. I admit, I was skeptical. With a simple 'All you need to do is THIS' he single handedly erased my little store of sanity.

And Jane Eyre, the Top 12 Master Piece Theater special, and an entire season of The Office.

He did feel badly about it, which helped me in my decision as to whether or not I should let him live. And, it prompted him to go out and purchase a DVD player, since Youngest Son's DVD player moved with him.

Now I have a new set of problems. The TV and Dish which before required just ONE remote, now requires three. At one point yesterday, I thought of running out into the street and flagging down traffic to inquire of SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE could help me make my TV play the weather report, instead of a moving blue screen which said "No Input".

I could barely keep track of one remote, I'm not sure how we will keep track of three.

I went for years without watching TV. I know I could do it. But oh, how I would love to be transported back in time when the phrase "with just the touch of A button" was the extent of the technology.

Truly, I once ventured into an MRI machine with less bells and whistles than the operations of a TV, DVD, DVR and Dish.

Go ahead. Feel sorry for me. You know you want to.