OK, it wasn’t an apple you can eat. It’s a computer. I’m trying to work on my brand spanking new Mac Pro. I haven’t figured out how to do pictures yet, so I can’t show you how pretty it looks. You’ll have to be satisfied with what I could put on here.
In fact, I can’t figure out a doggone thing about this computer. I can’t cut and paste, I can’t highlight text, I can’t figure out how to do much at all! The little boy who sold me this said, “You just take it home and turn it on, everything is ready to go.” HA! I can’t even figure out how to use the keyboard. He made it look so easy in the store. This is going to be quite an adventure. I’m gonna need another glass of eggnog to get through it.
As Brer Rabbit would say, “Please don’t throw me in the briar patch!”
My son has been telling me for years, “Mom, get a Mac. ‘P.C.’ stands for ‘Piece of Crap.'” He was right, but I was in denial. “De Nile” is a river, and this week I found myself up a creek without a paddle. Not one, but two P.C.s at this house gave out. We weren’t surprised. They have been lemons since we got them. Still, the timing could have been better.
It’s some kind of corollary to Murphy’s Law. It goes sort of like this: “If you think you have the money set aside to take a vacation, so you splurge and take it, when you come back home, everything will break.
There you go.
And, of course it happened over the Christmas holidays, so I couldn’t go get another computer until today. That’s why there has been no news on this blog for a few days (and why it may be a few days before there is more). Yes, I have an update to do for Share A Square, but I have to figure out the pictures first. Some of you visited to wish me happy holidays, and I’ll be to your house to wish them back at you in a few days.
Until then, I’ll be working on this Apple and trying not to “hit the sauce.”