I'm typing this while sitting in the Chair. The old faithful computer, generously given to us by the Bro-in-Law & Sister Here sits in its cubby hole on the other side of the room.
I'm typing on a laptop. It's our new laptop acquired from 3 hours of travel, three hours of comparative shopping, and four hours of waiting for it to be prepped with the downloads inserted.
A day of my life.
Gone.
And the money.
More money than I think a computer is worth.
I spent the morning yesterday in a town 90 miles away, scribbling notes, muttering to myself, and trying to flag down someone to help me come up with the things to scribble.
Folks seem reluctant to help wild-eyed, self-conversant, large people who flail pencils at electronics.
Just an observation.
Dunno why.
Twitching slightly and still muttering to myself, I stumble into a Wendy's to call TechnoBoy.
In between bites I relayed the information I had accumulated. Before the Bacon Jr. Cheese Burger had disappeared, the buying field was reduced to 2 candidates.
The tie breaker would be which one was the fastest. And here I am typing on the one that won by a nose. A mere 0.2 gigahertz faster.
Which, I'm assuming, is something I will never ever notice nor will I actually ever care about.
So this morning, here I sit with this brand new shiny bundle of aggravation.
As I type this, I inadvertantly drag my thumbs across the touch pad.
My cursor is zipping around the screen while the text keeps trying to fly up and down.
Great. Just ...
Yeah. I know. I know.
I need to embrace technology.
I get it.
But it's a lot like huggin' porkypines.
Wow.
I just caught myself daydreaming about clipboards, No. 2 yellow pencils, and lined notebook paper.
And no porkypines.