With my first Canada Pension cheque I unintentionally bought a new TV.

I'd gone out to buy fresh fruit but didn’t like what I found, so was on my way back home empty-handed when I stopped to look at a display of early radios and TVs in the window at Reid and Campbell.

One of the early TVs looked a lot like mine at home, which had cost me a bundle way back when. I wondered what a comparable TV would cost me now and decided to find out.

Inside, the TVs were displayed on shelves along one wall. I was left to browse these for a few minutes, then a friendly fellow in a lab coat approached and asked if he could help. I told him I was just checking prices at this stage but would appreciate his bringing me up-to-date on what was available so I’d be able to make an informed decision when the time came. He showed me three or four models, explained their differences, and recommended one in particular. Surprising us both, I said, "Okay, I'll take that one.”

This was a major expenditure for someone in my circumstances and, for a while after I left the store, I had a large knot in my stomach and no feeling in my face. More than once, I stopped in my tracks, thinking I should go back and undo what I'd done. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became that waiting till you can afford something is for the young, that when you're 65 and need a new TV, now is the time.

And there was no question I needed a new TV. My battered old Sony’s sensitivity to the weather had reached a level where, during the winter months, getting and holding a picture required frequent sharp blows to the top and sides and, during the summer months, rapid plugging and unplugging while depressing the on/off button. The toughest of all to contend with was high humidity—I had to jerk the TV skyward, give it a couple of good shakes, then drop it an inch or so onto its dolly. A TV can only be dropped so many times, and Sunday’s drop had further fractured the undercarriage and set the volume at 10.

Then, the very next day, a cheque arrived from the government and I ran out of fresh fruit. Chance? Maybe. But I’m thinking it may have been Angela looking out for me yet again. She has a habit of showing up like that at the very last minute.

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