Wool

Carl and I have this thing about the T.V.  He loves it.  I hate it.  He could spend the predominant part of his day and night watching T.V.  I want to knock it over and stomp on it until it’s a big pile of crumbs.  Almost did one time.  I picked up a 27’’ screen, one of the old ones with the fat rear end, carried it out to our porch and set it on the railing 15 feet above the ground.  I made my point and the T.V suffered no injuries. 

He told me tonight that the day he sees me spooling wool is the day he gets rid of the T.V.  What he doesn’t realize is that he just gave me the biggest inspiration possible to learn to shear, comb, spin, and utilize wool.  Granted, it may take me a month or two, or three, hell maybe all summer but I’ll figure it out.  Never have I had a way to get him to agree to freely give up the T.V.  I mean, I could have pitched a fit, gotten all emotional, maybe thrown a few guilt trips and tempers but why do that?  I don’t want to take away something he loves unwillingly.  Nah, free will though, that’s a different story.