Missing Computer

It’s very disconcerting to come downstairs at the end of the day to write your blog post and not be able to…because your computer is missing.  

For most of my computer-using life I had a desktop machine.   It would either sit on the floor beside where I say or underneath my monitor.   It stayed in place.   It didn’t travel.  It was always here.   The whole concept of having a single machine that’s powerful enough to do everything I want it to do while I look at this big monitor in front of me as well as be small and portable enough to go with me anywhere I need, wasn’t a reality.

But for some years now I’ve had only one computer—my laptop—which for the vast majority of the time sits beside my large wide-screen monitor but on occasion, travels with me wherever I need it to go.

When I take it places, such as to the office today, I get home and sometimes forget to bring it back downstairs before I sit down to work or as in tonight, write this blog post.   I’ve been known to sit down, put my hands on the keyboard and track pad and wonder why nothing is coming up on the screen, only to feel chagrinned to discover my laptop is elsewhere, unable to assist me in my computing needs.  

The Big Boy Tiny Girl Wrong Pajamas Conversation:  My parents were watching the children tonight while my husband and I were at a neighborhood post-holiday party.   My mother said they were very well behaved with both children getting dressed and ready for bed without being repeatedly asked.   My daughter went first, getting her pajamas on all by herself.   She came out of the bedroom to have my son look up and inform her, “those are my pajamas”.    She wasn’t phased by his comment or that she couldn’t see which pair of pajamas she had put on, she just went back into the bedroom and changed into the other set.