After two failed attempts to record the Oscars Serena could sense my despair and desperation. “Sweetie, I saw a commercial today for a 7pm rebroadcast.” I gave her a sideways glance, “Wait a minute… you’re right, this morning I noticed two scheduled rebroadcasts… but I didn’t notice what time the second one was supposed to start.”
“I think it starts a 7pm,” said Serena
“What time is it now?”
“6:50pm.”
I was off! Hurdling down the stairs eight at a time, stopping only for a quick bathroom break... as I slid into the living room I snatched a throw pillow hurling it towards my Harmony remote cradle across the room. Hitting my target perfectly, the remote launched into the air, ultimately finding my hand as I flipped over the couch. It was as if the force had intervened.
By the time I landed safely on the couch my entertainment center had already come alive with the sights and sounds of the Oscars… RECORD! I pressed the button with authority.
As I looked over my handy work as wave of relaxation washed over me. I had down it. It was perfect. Tomorrow would be a new day. I would have a do over. I carefully turned off the television, verifying that the VCR and TiVo continued their noble duty… I set my bedside alarm, again, for 5am. I would pretend that Monday never happened. I would wake up again with a second chance at---
And then the power went out.
Yes… the power went out… and then I cried.
Yes... I cried.
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