My oldest child is the coolest thing on the planet. He’s smart, and self-assured in an awkward sort of way. He does scary things that I would never be able to do, like drive half-way across the country to meet friends he’s met online. I used to be afraid for him; he’s lucked out so far. One time he took a wrong turn into Camden New Jersey, one of the most crime-ridden cities in the USA. He kept his head about him and lived to see another day. It helped that his car was a heap. Nobody wanted to car-jack him.
This week he wrecked his heap. Tomorrow he’s going to look at some used cars to replace his heap. He’s been busy helping Big Daddy replace our basement door. He’s been busy hanging out with friends. I finally snagged him to help me speed up my sloooowwww computer of death. He wasn’t about to make it easy on me.
For a few days, I haven’t bothered to turn on my computer until late in the day. The longer it’s on, the slower and more useless it gets. And Oldest Son told me the computer has to be off, and I have to have everything unhooked from it before he can replace the RAM from his old computer into mine. But when I realize he’s too busy to help me with this, I finally give in and turn it on. Today, I was finally able to snag him. He took the back off my computer. He did the same with his old computer. He was not about to let me get off easy and just do the deed. He expected me to watch and learn. He had become…me!
I finally got to see what the inner workings of a computer looks like. He showed me where the RAM goes. I asked him what some of the other things were. He tried to replace my pathetically inadequate RAM with what was in his computer…and guess what? It’s not gonna work. His was just a little bit different than what my computer needed, so he got online on his phone and ordered the hard-to-find almost obsolete part that I needed. He made me watch and learn, just like we always made him do.
I also managed to dislodge about two complete hand fulls of dust from my computer. No wonder the thing wouldn’t cooperate. It was dust bunny hell.
Tomorrow I’m going to read this post and see if it makes any sense. You see, I cleaned out the cabinet underneath my kitchen island and found some Jose Cuervo tequila and some unopened Margarita mix. Then I asked Big Daddy if we had any salt to put on the rim of my glass. I really thought we finished it, but he insisted we hadn’t. He found it and made me a couple of dandy Margaritas. I know I’ve had to backspace quite a few times to correct some typos, but I’m not sure if I caught them all. I feel likeI’m back in college right now, trying to finish an assignment with a good buzz on. Does Mama still have it? Let me know, peeps.
