The computer I’m using to write this today is making a grinding noise while I type. That can’t be good.
And it is SO slow that I can click on a link, get up to refill my coffee, switch the laundry, yell at the kids, and return to the computer just in time to watch the link finish loading. That’s an abnormally slow computer, right?
It’s my 6 year old dinosaur PC. I’m only using it because my Mac PowerBook is dying a slow death and I have not yet figured out how to transition to the new-to-me Mac laptop that has been sitting in a box next to my desk for several months. Pathetic. If you look up the word “procrastinate,” you will surely see a picture of me napping, or drinking wine from a helmet with two straws.
These are the kinds of technical difficulties that make me want to pluck out my eyeballs and stomp on them. All I want to do is write… not mess around with uncooperative technology, or housework, or parenting.
And the thought of possibly losing nearly 14,000 photos which are currently trapped on my dying laptop is making my throat close up.
So I’m writing to seek your forgiveness and patience as I wrastle all my technology into submission. Because, you see, I’m about as stubborn as my wiry chin hair and I WILL figure this out. You wait and see. And when I do, hold onto your mo-frankin’ hats, because I am on a roll and I see good things in my future. (That’s called visualization. I’ll let you know if it works later.)
So here’s my plan…
Step one: make an appointment with the Genius Bar at the Apple Store.
Step two: not sure.
Step three: go to a Memorial Day barbecue with some fun people.
Step four: cocktails.
Step five: _____________________________________
(insert your advice here).
Now go back up your photos.
Happy Memorial Day, friends!