Or maybe that's just the 100-degree heat. You know it's bad when outdoor pools are no longer cool enough to be refreshing.
Let's think about something else, shall we?
Last November, as I watched my fingernails grow while waiting for a word doc to open on my almost-4-year-old laptop, David (my teen tech-geek) said, "You know, there's a better one on sale at Best Buy this week for 270 dollars."
After David had spent a couple of days laboriously transferring my ITunes purchases, etc., onto the new computer (the old one had Vista, which makes all things ITunes complicated), I rewarded him with the old laptop, a gift he accepted with alacrity. "Good luck with that," I told him. "It's about to kick the bucket."
You'd think I'd given him a pony. He's been busy over the last 6 months or so installing new operating systems, experimenting with different computer languages, taking it apart to figure out what was wrong with the power supply. I have to hand it to him - the thing functions; and I know it wouldn't for anyone else.
|This wouldn't fit in a shower stall.|
So maybe I should stop complaining about the fact that my guest room shower stall is filled with spare monitors, keyboards, and hard drives David has acquired from my well-meaning friends. Aesthetically speaking, it sure beats a couple of cars up on blocks in the yard.
[Jalopy image: Backstreet Wheels]