I’ve missed my laptop.
I know, such a pathetic thing to say, but there you have it.
I suppose there’s some redeeming thing to say about not being materialistic — you know, the importance of detachment and all that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s true: the world got on just fine without my laptop distracting me. I wish I could have said that I went totally offline, but I had my phone and an iPad. And this antique HP pc that weighs about 20 pounds and works just fine. I was just spoiled by my light little macbook.
I missed changing the color of fonts. I missed the ease of posting here with access to my pictures. I missed the keypad for my biggish hands (no, I don’t have man -hands, thankyouverymuch).
This electronic object is more than a little toy for posting on Twitter and Facebook, though it does get a lot of action that way. It’s also a tool for communication and for work. If nothing else, this month long absence showed me how much I rely on it to do a multitude of things. I learned the limits of the other, smaller devices, but also discovered that they are, in some respects, more useful and practical than the big daddy for some things.
I think that I’ve picked up some new, hopefully better, habits by not having a laptop open all the time.
In the meantime, I’m going to love him, and squeeze him, and kiss him, and call him George.
