I Am Good At Some Things

No, really I am.  (I just can't think of any of them at the moment.)  You see, my head hurts and I'm feeling extremely stoopid.  Why, you ask?  (I thought I heard somebody ask.)

I am in the process of trying to learn to use a laptop computer.  And the learning curve is HUGE.  (Pshaw, you say.  If you can use a computer on your desk, there's no reason you can't use a laptop.  Well, that's what you think.)

First off, there's no way on earth I understand enough about computers to set up the laptop with the info I need to make it actually usable.

The only thing saving me at this point is my computer guru, otherwise known as my extremely intelligent and competent daughter.  However, there's a good chance the whole process may cause her to divorce me before we're done.  (What's the legal term?  Emancipation, I think it is, when a child becomes free of his parents.  Or in this case, just one parent.  Me.)

To say I have a short circuit in my brain when it comes to understanding computer-eeze is such a gross understatement.  The language is foreign, the reasoning (you can't convince me there is much of any rhyme or reason to it, frankly) is beyond me.  I'm not even good at coming to grips with not having a stand alone mouse to use with the laptop!

Bottom line, she's working hard at getting me set up and hasn't lost patience with me and my computer lame brain (yet) nor given up on my repeated questions, over and over, since I can't seem to remember what I need to remember from one hour to the next.

When (and if) I can muckle my way through this challenge, I'm hoping having a laptop will enable me to do (more conveniently) what I want to do.

She's also doing some moving around and cleaning up on my main computer that has been long overdue.  Feels great to have some changes made that I've wanted done for a long time but, again, don't have the smarts to figure out how to do them myself.  Please don't tell me I could learn to become computer literate if I just tried.  (Refer back to admission of that short circuit in my brain as mentioned above.)  My daughter can testify that she's had to come talk me off the ledge get me out of big computer trouble more than once when I got big and brave (fortified with a glass or two of wine) and tried to learn, change or fix something myself.

Dear daughter is the one who found the nice (reconditioned) laptop for me at a very reasonable price (very reasonable, but that's another long story) in the first place.  

She just left a few minutes ago after trying to teach me (i.e., d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g me along) for a few hours.  That strange noise I heard as she went out the door may or may not have been the sound of her grinding her teeth.

Wish me luck.  No, better you wish her luck.