Two years ago my wife and I asked each other a question. What would happen if we unplugged the TV? Shall we try it for a week? – Okay, sure! It was mindless summer programming anyway, and we were out of the house most of the week, so we wouldn’t miss out on much.
Well, that week then turned into a month, and another, and then a year, and now two. With the exception of the Royal wedding, and the annual Melbourne Cup race, our TV has been no more than a decoration piece, sitting in the corner of the lounge room. We haven’t missed it at all.
I should clarify that we do watch the occasional ABC and SBS television program – via catch-up TV on the iPad. It allows us to watch it when we like – our lives aren’t scheduled by the stations – and by watching the non-commercial stations we have greatly reduced our exposure to advertisements, which is a pet-peeve for us.
Well the day has come. The television got replaced yesterday, not with a new high-definition LCD… but with… a wood stove heater.
The Bakers Oven wood stove by Nectre. Firebox on top, oven down below, made proudly in Australia, and sitting pride of place in the corner of our living room, in the same spot where our television once sat. It’s a smallish unit, but should be ample for our modestly sized ex-govie house. With the improvements we’ve made to the thermal properties of the place over the last few years I expect she’ll do well without being too demanding on fuel.
It’s part of my plan to get more off-grid, and self sufficient. I love the concept of building a stockpile of wood over the year in preparation for winter, and hope to be able to collect at least most of the fuel it requires from storm felled trees and branches about the place.
So without even a moment of sorrow, the TV was moved into the garage, and will go to my mother shortly, for a second go at life. I dare say the sight of flames dancing in the firebox will make for much more entertaining viewing.