Since prime time television in our house lasts for about two hours between 8 and 10 pm, we’ve found that most of the programmes we want to watch seem to be on when we are sleeping or doing something else. So we bought a DVD player/recorder. It was delivered yesterday.
I’m usually pretty good at following directions – even those written in Hong Kong or Beijing – so I sat down with the cables and the manuals for our TV, our satellite receiver, and the new recorder. Aaagh!
They don’t match – outlets one manual says should be there on another component don’t seem to bear a resemblance to what we actually have. I have tried versions from each of the manuals so far without success and am now resorting to actually trying to figure out what sends signals to where, instead of slavishly following the diverse instructions.
But I’m reaching the conclusion that this stuff about continuing to exercise ones brain as we get older is over-hyped. It is just as boring as the old-fashioned kind of exercise, and I fear I lack a consuming desire to really understand how these electronic cables work.
Still, I estimate there are 120 different ways the cables can be connected. If I try one a day, I should have the problem cracked no later than the end of March.
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