Travel & Technology
Last Wed night the screen on my mini laptop stopped working. It’s lasted me three years so I was not entirely surprised. The timing, however, sucked. I rushed out Thursday, dragging my stepson with me, to buy a laptop because I was going away this week. My friend (I call her techno-Beck in these situations) came racing out to help me set up the new computer. Actually, she drove like a bat out of hell to get to the house before I could start trying to do it myself – knowing if I started it, it would be even more work for her to fix it. She has known me for many years and several computers. You’d think she’d know by now that I had no intention of even unpacking the damned thing. She sat down and turned on the new computer and, lo and behold, the mini screen started working. This kind of thing has happened with her before, I think maybe she’s a witch. Everything BUT my email program went pretty smoothly – considering the computer file I handed Becky dated back to 2006 and didn’t have anything in it more recent than 2009! During the days that followed, both Becky and Michael confessed to me that they wanted to cry because they could not get Outlook working. I feel this has something to do with me, somehow, because both of them have set up numerous computers – including several of mine. Outlook is the most important program on my computer so I even spent an entire day on it (like that was going to work!) So, this morning I got up and packed not one, but TWO, computers in my knapsack – and an external hard drive in case by some miracle I can figure out how to transfer the information from one computer to another. Overkill, perhaps, but I’ve waited three months for a meeting with Gordie’s accountant and if I showed up and the mini screen stopped working again, I am frightened about what I might do.
So, I leave Sawdust this morning, feeling like a pack mule, headed back to Nashville where I haven’t been since the blackberry debacle in October of 2011. I have now been travelling for 8 hours. You would think I would be arriving now, ready for a nice glass of red wine after my journey. But no, I am in NEWARK. With a flight that is delayed longer every 10 minutes, stuck in a TINY TEENY lounge with a million smelly people, with no US cash and a lousy internet connection. I considered going to the bank machine and sitting in the bar drinking bad red wine but that would mean a trip outside security. Since there is no decent food here and it is entirely possible that I could get belligerent if I drank too much bad red wine right now , I’ve decided to stay where I am. After all, it did take 90 minutes of standing around before I got a seat.
Oh, good. They are making another delayed flight announcement – a further 90 minute delay. I am off to the bar.









