I finally did it. Bought myself a new computer. The old one still worked, but I spent more time watching the little ball circling around than I did accomplishing actual work. Plus, some of the software programs that were necessary to my job as a writer could not be supported on the old boy. So, a new boy came into the house on Tuesday--another Mac. Since I'd been using a Mac for thirteen years or so, I figured my learning curve would be small.
Boy, was I mistaken. Even though I impressed the folks at the Apple store by knowing the note that chimes when you start up a Mac is G minor, the improvements that had been made to their computers in the past thirteen years boggled my mind. But I brought the 21st century version of Mac home, fired it up and began importing my files from the old boy to the new. That's when the trouble began.
I won't bore you with details. Let's just say I have the Apple technical support team on speed dial. We're becoming great friends. I wonder, in the course of our conversations, how many times they roll their eyes at my inane questions.
I'll get it--eventually. I'll be able to retire the old boy to the closet in a fitting ceremony, remembering all the stories we created together, raising glasses of champagne as he exits the position he's held for years, front and center on my desk. The new boy, all sleek and shiny, with a retina display and memory to spare, will start behaving himself and become my friend. The Apple people themselves say "Sometimes to take a major step forward, you have to completely change direction." So, I took them at their word, and plunged myself, and my work, into this decade. We're still a work in process.
But, in my moments of frustration this past week, I wonder--Did I take a giant step forward or two steps back?