So, I bought a new one. The only requirement: buttons big enough to read without retrieving the reading glasses, and a "back" button. Because when you're channel flipping, who the heck wants to remember the numbers? I mean, really.
I found an added bonus feature: light-up buttons. (See note above, re watching TV at night in bed.)
My talent? Not just locating the perfect remote at a good price at La Tar-jay, but also reading the directions and programming it. Yes, we can. And I did.
And then I curtsied. C., who was in the midst of painting the dining room (a Big Job), expressed mild approval. Or was that amusement?