After coaxing, cajoling, cursing and doing other things that don't start with a "c," I've had to face facts: My computer is dead. A humming, error-announcing corpse, it can't even fetch my e-mail though it did try. For hours and hours. I loved my computer, an HP Pavilion I purchased with no input from my computer professional husband. Yes, if he turns his back, I'll make a decision on my own. And a darn fine one that decision was, too. For five years, my HP Pavilion did everything I asked beautifully. That's because it wasn't Windows 98 or Vista. It was XP. Long live XP.
And while it was dying I was fondling the Macs at Best Buy, suggesting which one would be great for Christmas, etc., when Paul decided that what I really needed most of all was his old Compaq XP laptop. Actually, he brought two defunct other ones home before this one. It seems he has an endless supply of half-dead laptops. None of them Macs, though Vista is pushing him to that. Finally, he brought home one that I liked. It had to go to the shop for a new hard drive, which is great because now it doesn't have any of his junk on it. It is mine, all mine, it is faster than my old computer and has more bells and whistles. And since it's a laptop, I can go to Starbucks and write the Great American Novel. Or at least pretend to.
Until then, I'm trying to load it up with all my stuff. Now I see why it would have been a good thing to keep all the CDs that came with my peripherals in one place. Ah me.
My computer is dead. Long live my (new old) computer.
Congratulations! A new computer of your very own...wow.
I have to share mine with EVERYBODY.
You can write your novel now...do it with NaNoWriMo. Next month. All month. I'm going to!
Posted by: groovyoldlady | October 14, 2008 at 08:53 AM