Well, it’s happened again. Another laptop bit the dust. I go through laptops faster than I go through shoes. At least this time, it wasn’t something I did. The laptop simply wasn’t up to the workload. You know, I warned that computer when we met, that if it didn’t think it could keep up with me, we shouldn’t continue the relationship. But did it listen? Oh, well. Early retirement isn’t a bad thing.
So now I have a new laptop. I had just got where I knew my way around windows 8, and now I’m navigating 8.1. People will try to tell you they’re basically the same. Don’t believe ’em. Plus, I upgraded laptops, so I’m learning what it feels like to have real access to the world-of-web.
I’m like a fourth grader peeking into a calculus book. Some of the stuff makes sense, but just as I begin to get the hang of what is supposed to be done over here to get this response, I discover I could have done that over there and gotten that response, which would have been more useful, and would’ve opened up more possibilities for shortcuts, doodads and whatchamacallits.
I feel like I’m in Star Trek—one of the later versions. (Sshh, don’t tell anyone I’m a trekkie).
I also feel like what my husband said yesterday, “The things I love most about you are the things that drive me the most insane.” Now I get how he can feel that way.
Laptop, you are driving me cuckoo. I thought gizmos, gadgets, doodads, wingdings and whatchamacallits were too much, and I would want to go back to simpler days, but I love what you do for me. I also hate how you think you know more than I do. And I just know, the minute I get the hang of using you, Windows 20 will be out.
That’s okay. I’m old enough now that I can be one of those people who says, “I remember when…” and revel in what is available today. It’s one of the benefits of getting older. I remember when I didn’t understand that.