My laptop died…went, just like that, right in front of me.
One minute we were happily engaged, the next…kerplunk.
I raced to the Apple Store while he still had a pulse, and they tried everything to resuscitate, but alas, he was gone.
Macbook Air, 15inch, was no more.
We stood there like a family after asking for a moment of silence. Like Mike the technician said, “9 years of faithful service, why, he deserves the Purple Heart.”
“And with only one battery change,” added Eva. Poor Mac. I wrapped him in my hoodie, placing him gently in my boat and tote before shopping for a replacement.
Like losing a pet, you honor it by getting another.
So, with my MasterCard on life-support, we now have a young’un in our midst. Mac 11 inch purring like a kitten, is now up and running. I told him all about his predecessor, the war hero he was who produced over 1300 blog essays, 3 eBooks, 100s of emails and a number of essays yet to see the light of day.
He’s a hard act to follow, I told Mac 11, as I changed the bandages on my MasterCard.