When I awoke at five a.m. and rose to make my usual trip to the bathroom, I discovered a shipping carton in the middle of the living room floor. It was like Christmas morning. While I slept, Santa, or UPS, or the night watchman, crept into my apartment and left a carton in the middle of the floor, where I would be sure to discover it. Then he crept out, without so much a sleigh bell. I slept on.
It didn't take long to discover it was my new Laptop from Dell. I hadn't specified Overnight Shipping, but here it was. Kid that I am, I could not go back to bed and open it in the morning. I opened it then and there, in the middle of the room on the floor.
First out of box were two large manuals. Oh, my, I have to learn a whole new computer. At least, it is Windows XP, I know that. A picture card shows how to plug it in.
I thought as I lifted it out of the carton, "The last person to see this, was a Balinese worker in Malasia." I have no indication whether it came from Kuala Lumpur, or Penang, or Singapore, or places in-between.
It is a heavy little bugger, with no handle. Tablemate Wilma once asked me why they are called Laptops. "Do you use them on your lap?"
"Well, no." It would surely fall off your lap. I will put it on my desk, beside my Desktop Computer. Hmm.
And then, but not until then, I had buyers remorse. What have I done? So much to learn... so much to UN-learn. Where will I use it? Dining room? Card room? Starbucks?
My next entry in this journal will probably NOT be made on the new laptop. Sometime next month -- maybe.
New Dell Laptop, on the floor, right where I found it.