Last week a tragedy happened at our house. Our 55 inch TV died. See it, over there to the left.
We've had this TV for at least eleven years and while our family seemed happy that the old, black box had given up the ghost, I grieved.
What's with me? I mean, it's just a TV. An old TV that has had a good life and was enjoyed by all.
My daughter wanted to wheel it out of the family room into the garage, but I wouldn't let her. Silly I know, but I have a hard time letting go of things.
Hubby and I started looking at other models. There's so many sleek, trim, and gorgeous sets to choose from. Still, I was having a hard time saying good-bye to the set that I'd enjoyed for years.
But hope sprang anew last night.
Hubby told me that he hired a repairman to look it over. The repairman came this morning and fixed the old TV. YES!!! He told us the set will probably last another ten years.
A good repairman can fix the old and make it new again.
I realize as an author, I'm a repairman for my old stories. See, I have many books that I've written over the years that haven't been published. I've saved them to files on my computer. I don't look at them very often, but I'm very hopeful that some day I'll be able to repair them and give them new life.
My old TV gave me hope for my old stories.
I know it's silly to form such attachments, but am I the only one who does this? Do you have old stories or things that you can't give up on?