It's so complicated these days to wire up the television to all the boxes that feed into it, and run the wiring needed to make it all work from one side of the room to another, that we are dependent on a technician guy that Siew knows to do it all for us. He fixed everything in our previous place some four years ago when we arrived in Hall, and finally came round to do the honours in our new quarters. We're getting rid of our little Sony tv set that friends tell us looks like it's from prehistoric times, and giving away a DVD player that we used in conjunction with it, but there are still plenty of wires to confuse us and look untidy, and accumulate dust.
Despite the techie chap having done the necessary, and very efficiently too, there's still a lot of tidying-up to do before we unpack the final boxes left from the big move. We've been waiting for order to be restored to the living room before gracing it with the books and crockery lurking therein. Years ago I would have been very keen to get going and set all to rights as quickly as possible, but I've learnt an awful lot of patience since then. We're hoping to be around our current location for a fair while, so there should be plenty of time to enjoy the good order we're hoping to achieve. The secret is to enjoy the process of getting there.
I'm actually looking forward to getting each bit of the forthcoming work done slowly, in a deliberately lingering fashion - quite the opposite of getting it over with as quickly as possible. Is this a kind of wisdom, or am I just lazy?
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