Crouching on the floor beside me as I type is a black square monster of a television that was delivered yesterday. It’s a Magnavox Widescreen TV which Michael’s parents won in some drawing and have no use for, so they shipped it to us. Where this behemoth is going to live isn’t certain. The only other place would be the old dresser in the bedroom, and Michael isn’t confident it could bear that kind of weight. We’re going to have to move a shelf out of the entertainment center to fit in the screen. Michael has that annoyed look he gets whenever he receives an unwanted gift from his parents. I suspect all will be forgiven once he watches his first baseball game on it.