Looooooooooad!

Most of you know that my computer died back around Memorial Day, and that due to circumstances beyond our control we’ve not been able to fix it yet.  In the meantime, Darc and I are sharing his computer.

Of course, his computer needs are a much bigger priority than mine so when he’s online I’ll putz around doing housework or watch TV or whatever, or sometimes I’ll go play on the laptop that we gave to the kids a few years ago.  It’s fine for some kids games that don’t require Internet access.  It’s one we picked up for Darc to use initially, but it was never a good machine to begin with.  It’s old now, and really slow.  Can you say Celeron? 

I hop on that to at least get a head start on my Reader, but typing on that little keyboard makes me feel like I’m 7 again playing around on that tiny old portable typewriter that was lying around the house.  Where are the keys?  Where’s the number keyboard?  Where’s the delete key?  I can’t find a doggone thing, and my nails – while not as long as they were a few weeks ago, make it impossible to type a single key at any given time anyway.  It probably looks like a bad cryptogram that a serial killer would use.  Not to mention it has none of my bookmarks and hardly any of my add-ons.  And you know I love me some add-ons.  Poor thing would probably die of being overwhelmed if I were to put all my add-ons on it.

I feel like kitteh up there. 

But you know what?  It’s way better than nothing.  It’s funny how things you used to look down on become so much more important when it’s all you have.  So while I may complain about the little piece of crap, and believe me, I complain about it, I’ve grown to appreciate it in recent months.  I think of it as an elderly relative in a nursing home, whose memory is fading.  It means well.  It tries hard to please me.  It does the best it can.  So I try to be patient and understanding, tell it how much it means to me, how glad I am it’s there.  It’s taught me a little more thankfulness, and for that I’m grateful.