I moved up recently from a desktop to a laptop computer. I had a notebook but I like a full-sized keyboard and screen. I actually sent my middle child to Wal-Mart on Thanksgiving night to get my laptop at the cheap Black Friday cost. That should be defined as child abuse but he graciously went and now the laptop has become an accessory I can’t live without.
I frequently encounter the guilt of inactivity. My beloved mother is always busy with something so I feel I shouldn’t waste time during the day. I’m also inclined to believe that my life might be more productive with less television. But now, with this wonder of technology, I can avoid the gnawing guilt of inactivity in front of the T.V. The laptop gives me permission to occasionally plot down and watch the tube. When I pop open the laptop and start searching for interesting posts, well, I’m doing research to better my blog. So what if I do it on the commercials during “House”.
I look forward to using the laptop as a travel accessory. When I fly, I’ll carry it close. As a writer, I know, I should be searching for quirky travelers with insanely funny stories to share in my blog, but I’m lousy at small talk. I’m the unsociable, middle-aged lady at the airport with her nose stuck in a book. The only problem is people often look past my little book or Kindle and strike up a conversation. What could be better than a laptop? It has a built-in barrier called a screen. I can easily whip it left or right to cutoff would-be intruders.
By the way, I wrote this post in front of the television.