I too have computers. It's possible I have three but I confess that I've never finished the job of counting them. I recently saw a guy on TV talking about how easy it is to change hard drives to some new and better thing called SSD. Full of confidence that I could make this change, I went down to the basement where my computers are sitting on desks waiting for me to put them to use. With a little bit of poking, prying, and muttering I managed to get the computer case open. The mass I saw inside - shiny things, plastic things, cables... hoards of cables... caused such a wave of exhausting despair to wash over me that I went upstairs to lie on the sofa for two solid hours. After regaining my strength I went out to the garage and found a dusty cardboard box labeled 1976. Out of that box I pulled an old song book, a table-top cassette tape recorder, a cheap plastic microphone, and four blank cassette tapes that had somehow escaped being filled with numerous sessions of me playing "Wildwood Flower" on guitar. So, until I work up the courage for another go at computers, you'll find me sitting at the kitchen table making cassette recordings of "Red River Valley" and other such hits.
I too have computers. It's possible I have three but I confess that I've never finished the job of counting them. I recently saw a guy on TV talking about how easy it is to change hard drives to some new and better thing called SSD. Full of confidence that I could make this change, I went down to the basement where my computers are sitting on desks waiting for me to put them to use. With a little bit of poking, prying, and muttering I managed to get the computer case open. The mass I saw inside - shiny things, plastic things, cables... hoards of cables... caused such a wave of exhausting despair to wash over me that I went upstairs to lie on the sofa for two solid hours. After regaining my strength I went out to the garage and found a dusty cardboard box labeled 1976. Out of that box I pulled an old song book, a table-top cassette tape recorder, a cheap plastic microphone, and four blank cassette tapes that had somehow escaped being filled with numerous sessions of me playing "Wildwood Flower" on guitar. So, until I work up the courage for another go at computers, you'll find me sitting at the kitchen table making cassette recordings of "Red River Valley" and other such hits.