Well, I don’t really mean that, but think twice and make sure it’s a good time to do it. I use Macs, and my 6 year old laptop looked like it was about to bite the dust, so I took it in to see if it could be save (turned out it’s called “vintage” by Apple and they won’t fix them). But since it was so funky I couldn’t even copy or back up stuff, and at least they were able to copy it all.
But at the same time my working laptop, a MacBook Air, decided to upgrade to High Sierra and I foolishly said okay. Aiyeee!
First, it deleted my copy of Word 365 so I couldn’t write, it wiped out all my passwords, I can’t find the addresses of the people I text, and there was no way I could get into Refab. Getting to the site was easy, but I couldn’t get into the admin part of it, and I had to wait for Crusie to wake up so she could send me a link, and since she works late into the night I knew it would take a while.
But she came through and here I am. I love computers, but honestly …
So this week I want to know what you want for Christmas besides Work Peace and Donald Trump’s head on a platter while Mike Pence gives up politics, that the few “good republicans” figure out how to take back their vote for the tax bill (or writhe in shame in guilt) and Kim Jong-un falls in love and decides to make love, not war. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
I have a long long list at Amazon (which is surprising, I usually don’t care) and I expect I’m not going to get anything at all for Christmas, which is sort of sad. Richie will get me stuff, but money’s been so tight we are careful not to spend much (and he and I would be all Gift of the Magi and give up what we want for the other and we don’t really need the confirmation that love is better than all the presents in the world – we know that.
I guess that’s why I have such a long list – in the past, if I wanted something and it was reasonable I’d buy it. Now it has to be cheap and necessary. Ah, the circle of life!
So tell me, Mrs. Claus, what you want for Christmas. I’m not giving it to you, but I’ll pass the word on to Santa.