They say something along these lines..."No, ma'am (you hopeless technological misfit). There really isn't much you can do at this point (to update your ridiculous relic from the past that is as fashionable in current culture as a poodle skirt or a purple polyester leisure suit). We suggest that (after forking over your very last shekel and committing to eating beans and rice for the next four decades) you consider a new computer. If this is the only computer that your entire family (all six of you who may well have crawled out from under a rock and come here by way of horse and buggy) share, then perhaps you need something with more memory and a stronger processor. This here is called a 'flat screen monitor' and it operates with accessories that all the kids now-a-days are calling 'wireless'."
And so goes my computer shopping. Thank you, Captain Computer Department Wonderful, for allowing me to leave your department with my dignity partially intact. I hadn't even divulged that I might also be interested in updating my printer, which occupies three square feet of desk space and was manufactured sometime in the early 90's. I thought some secrets were just better left kept.
Over the weekend we found The Wonder Machine we feel certain will put us on the cutting edge of technology for about twelve days, until it too becomes passe'. We came home and measured and found out that the monitor won't fit in our built in computer hutch in the homeschool room. So, we need to remodel the hutch a bit. Dread. The only thing less fun for me than shopping for a machine that I can't begin to understand is the thought of revving up a power tool to hack away at our furniture. We have two choices. We can give up the Mac, since apple doesn't make a machine that will fit in our current spot, or we can get used to the idea of a snazzy new Mac squished into a hole that has been eaten and chewed to accommodate it. We'd call it the rustic look.
So you can see that this virus imposed absence from blogging has given me lots of opportunity to chase my tail and apply circular reasoning to our most current dilemma.
All other recent news in this house pales by comparison in urgency, but here are a few small things happening around the manor recently...
Mindy got sheered. Cavaliers have beautiful coats that grow to a certain length and then stay that way, so you don't ever have to groom them if you don't want to. But every spring I like to trim her feathers and "foofs" so that she doesn't drag stuff in my house on her fluffy feet. Mindy is not thrilled with the new look and has been sulking in the corner most of the week. Hard to look grumpy when you're wearing a cute daisy bandanna, but she's doing her best.Buzzard and his brother, Scooter, are playing on a softball team together. The team is comprised of really nice, middle aged men with middle aged knees who love to get together to have a little fun and get a little exercise. They are apparently the token middle aged knees in the league, because so far they have played against three powerhouse teams of raging early twenty-somethings who have little respect for their elders on the field. :) They've creamed us good. But the kids and I have fun showing up to cheer for our two favorite Senior Softball Studs.