Sunday, August 09, 2009

It's like getting a new pair of glasses.


I need to adjust to the immense screen of the new computer. I feel as though I need to sit back another five feet. I'm quite overwhelmed. Big adjustment from three years on a laptop only.

The "kids" are going to help me remember the rule about turning it off by 10:30 each night. I will need their help. Though right now I feel rather bed-ready and it's just minutes past 9:00.

I've done three loads of laundry, watered the yard, folded laundry, and transferred all the data from the laptop to the iMac. Took a nap while waiting for that to happen. I am a very file-intensive computer user, but what is somewhere more than 80,000 files between friends?

And oh! The bliss of transferring with a firewire. I would have had to leave both my computers at the Apple Store overnight to have them do it. Right. Can y'all imagine me without a computer for 24 hours? Not a pretty thought, is it? This transferred all my applications too, so the hours I thought I was going to spend loading software: not needed. Hallelujah, praise King Jesus and Holy Mother Mary!

[This is where I do my happy dance but you will be spared the visuals.]

-the BB

6 comments:

DianeNM said...

Amazing what brings joy...and a happy dance. Congrats!

Göran Koch-Swahne said...

Congratulations!

the word is "siticer"

Ellie Finlay said...

Oh, that sounds wonderful, Paul!!

I must check out this "firewire" business. (I don't think I could go 24 hours very easily without my computer either!)

:-)

OR, is a firewire only something that goes with Macs?

Grandmère Mimi said...

So you like your expensive new toy?

I, for one, am sorry to miss your happy dance. Don't you have video?

Paul said...

Ellie, what do I know from techie? Not much. "Firewire" is the Apple name for a certain connectivity method. You may read about it at Wikipedia.

I happened to have the right kind of cable in the cable collection that came with my disk backup device.

Paul said...

Mimi dear, some things are much better left to the imagination. You have not missed anything that merited the detour.