Google Something Clever 2.0: Craigslist Antiquing, and Other First World Problems

Nov 20, 2013

Craigslist Antiquing, and Other First World Problems

We had a little excitement in the Rose household last week. We got a new TV! Well, not exactly. We got an old TV.

What's that tiny thing on the wall, to the left?

Just a pic of a zombie my son ripped out of a magazine a year ago, NBD.

Isn't she pretty?! That's an RCA Victor Provincial, manufactured in either 1950 or 1951. Atop it sits the phone I got my husband for his birthday earlier this year, which is from 1963. This annoys him, because they're not "from the same era," but I think it's totally plausible that someone would keep a TV for 13 years back then, when technology wasn't advancing as fast as it does now. Besides, that phone (Western Electric model 502, if you care) first came out in 1958, and the only way you'd know that this particular phone was manufactured in 1963 would be if you looked at the bottom... Or read my blog.

Anyway. For years, we've wanted to get an old TV like that, gut it, and install an aquarium inside. The other day, on a whim, my husband pulled up Craigslist and found this beauty for very little money, not too far away from us. I emailed back and forth with the owner, and she said he was more than welcome to come check it out that night. So off he went.

Now, my son was being weird and sick and bratty that day, and I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and my husband sends me a text that he's at the Craigslist house and nobody's answering the door. He asks me to email her again. I do. I'm running around with flour on my hands and a kid screaming at me about yogurt, and he texts again to say that there's clearly someone home, because all the lights are on, there are three cars in the driveway, and he can see a purse through the window. I'm starting to worry that this is some sort of scam, or maybe the nice lady from the email is really a murderer... Hey, don't laugh. The Craigslist Killer was from our neck of the woods.

It's been maybe 20 minutes, and I'm starting to panic, and then he texts me, "Their house was too big. Didn't hear me. Got it, on my way." Dude. Come on.

I can't even...

So here's the thing. Now that we have the TV, it's so pretty, we kind of don't want to gut it. What do you think? Leave it as is, or introduce some fish? Also, do you think that it's gross that Americans have such big houses these days, our doorbells are no longer loud enough? And is it hypocritical of me to ask that, since I now have two TVs in my living room, five feet apart, when there are starving children who don't even have Netflix? Let me know.