Dear Kid,
By today’s standards, my little computer is ginormous. When I bought it, it was a cute little thing.
Today’s blog is being brought to you by a 4,000 year old computer.
Yesterday, as I was driving you back to school, Dad was kind enough to take my laptop to The People Who Know About These Things. (I assume you remember that I “upgraded” [ha!] to Windows 10 and immediately lost all ability to connect to the internet. If you don’t remember, read about it here.)
The People Who Know About These Things knew all about the joys of Windows 10 and mentioned that people have been having difficulty with internet connections when they upgrade.
Where were those people when I was triple checking that it was safe to upgrade??? Clearly I should have quadruple checked, but you can’t have everything.
Techno-dude took the laptop’s blood pressure and checked other vital signs, plugged in a thumb drive thingy, whispered sweet ones and zeros and managed to connect. Yippee!
But by the time Dad and the laptop got home, the laptop turned pissy again and refused to cooperate.
Which means I still cannot connect to My Friend the Internet.
I may be good at killing technology, but I don’t like being defeated. So I pulled out my little I-can-write-blogs-anywhere computer which is over 100 years old and slower than mud. Thick mud. Frozen thick mud. That hasn’t moved in a century.
By today’s standards, my little computer is ginormous. When I bought it, it was a cute little thing.
By today’s standards, my little computer is slow. When I bought it, it was slow. But cute. And conveniently light.
Mostly what it does best is inform me that it is Not Responding.
It’s had a lot of practice saying that. Which means I’ve had a lot of practice being patient. And if you’re wondering how well that worked out, let’s just say I continue to need practice.
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