Looks like it’s finally happened: my iMac with its lovely 20-inch screen would not turn on this morning when I went into the office to check for email. It has served me well since its purchase in 2006 so I can’t complain, except that when I’m not working much it’s not the best time to buy a new one.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table using Scott’s laptop and it’s driving me crazy, as it does every time, and so does the laptop Dad gave me. Neither are Macs and they both have antivirus crap popping up all the time and delaying the action and are slow in comparison to my much older computer and if this keyboard messes up one more time I swear I’ll scream.
I’ve had both Macs and non-Macs since I began using computers and have heard many people insist that the only difference is the price of them. But I can’t agree. In my experience, a non-Mac is better than nothing — but not much. There’s no doubt that Macs are overpriced, but you do get what you pay for: a machine that works properly.
Until it doesn’t. Macs don’t futz around. They up and quit; no dillydallying.
So I leave you with a photo Scott took last winter:
Please cross your fingers for me so that I don’t pull out all my hair or blister the paint on the walls with my cursing before this inconvenient situation is resolved.