We finally bit the bullet yesterday. Now there’s an interesting turn of the
phrase, isn’t it? I assume it dates back
to the Old West days of no anesthesia.
When you got shot, you had to bite on a bullet to stifle the pain while
the town dentist dug out the offending bullet.
At least that’s how it always went on the TV Westerns. Now it means making it through a tough
situation. So … tough situation. Chris is still using the computer we bought
after Hurricane Ike back in 2008. There
are three or four of the letter designations missing from the keyboard. Not a problem if you know how to type, I
guess. But for us hunt and peck officionados,
it can be a real problem. Which explains
why Chris is the one using it. So … we
got a new computer. And as it turns out,
I will be the one with the new one and she will use the one I’ve been
using. But don’t get up in arms just
yet. I’m kind of jealous. Now I have to wade through learning Windows
8. And I have yet to hear anything
positive about it. I haven’t had much
time to play with it, but it appears to be a glorified attempt to duplicate an
iphone on a massive scale. It took me a
while, but I finally figured out that what they are calling “apps” are just the
“programs” of Windows 7. Means the same
thing. I have to learn a whole new
lingo. At least it let me load Office
2010 instead of forcing me to go with the 2013 version.
We did a lot of research on this one. In fact we even tried to buy one through the
hp website twice. Got to the point of
pulling the trigger when it just wouldn’t go any further. Nothing.
No error code. I talked to one of
their “experts,” but finally gave up. We
checked several other websites, and finally decided to go with the one at
Office Depot. It’s an hp, but it also
has one of those touch screens. Very strange. It still works with a mouse, though, so I can
keep my old guy ways. Windows 8? The jury is still out.
The youngster who helped us at Office Depot
here in Galveston did a great job tracking down the one we chose. He also looked eerily familiar. He got our package up to the checkout stand
and ran into a problem with our Office Depot card. We use it so seldom that every time we do the
computer makes us start over again and reapply.
I didn’t want to deal with that, and we have saved up to pay it off when
the bill comes anyway, so we just put it on our Discover Card. They like us there. He did notice my fire department cap, though,
and asked if I was with the department. As
soon as he did, I knew where he came from.
Well, at least who his Dad was.
He was the spit’n’image of Jay Jacob. I told him I was the chaplain, and he said his
Dad worked there. I assured him I knew exactly
who his Dad was. Found out his name and
he even confessed that he was known as “Little Jay.” I assume that would be among family
members. Well, Little Jay, or Ethan …
you did a bang-up job. Thanks for the assistance.
Proverbs 23:24-25 says, “The father of a
righteous man has great joy; he who has a wise son delights in him. May your father and mother be glad; may she
who gave you birth rejoice!”
Father, watch over Ethan and his
family. He represented them well. Bless him for that. Amen.
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