Diane has been upset with the Dish remote control since this trip began back in September. I recall there was a time on a previous trip where the remote was the source of displeasure and thought I had fixed it by changing the batteries. The problem manifests itself mainly when trying to pause a show so we can converse, then starting it again once the conversing is done. It just didn’t work all the time and it was very frustrating. I’m sure Diane considered divorce more than once with the end result being she could find someone who knew how to fix it.

So, a few days ago I decided to check the batteries and guess what! The batteries were right on the edge of dead and they were the originals that came with it. That was a long time ago. So, obviously, I didn’t change the batteries previous as I thought. This time I pulled the old batteries, tossed them in the trash and installed new ones.

It was like magic, and she made it clear that I could cancel my appointment with that lawyer as I’d be sticking around for a while yet. The remote works like brand new to the point that we can change channels, stop, start, fast forward without error every time. That’s what we’re doing now instead of watching all those records Hallmark Christmas movies that have been recorded. We just pick one at random and let it run for a bit, then spend time backing it up, FF, pause, stop, start, etc. without concern. Live is good once more. And divorce is once again off the table, and I can continue living here. I was truly dreading the pending relocation. There’s a retired Air Force guy living in a tent next to the laundry room and I was going to be his neighbor. The upside of that it would have been rent free, but I have to survive on snacks, not meals.

Thank you, Jesus, for the new batteries! I’m saved.