Five Years Old

My computer is five. She's actually five and a half. So I have to say that I've really gotten my money's worth from this little gem. She's had some issues along the way, including a hard drive that crashed in law school, and I admit that I was not so happy when that happened. Not happy at all. But those Mac Store Geniuses brought her back to life and I have the old hard drive and some day I will get all that stuff back...the writing and the pictures in particular.

So anyway, she's five and a half and she's showing the signs of wear and tear. She's slow, and she has to think a lot to get things done, and I'll admit that at times I want to throw her out the window. Sometimes I wait three or four minutes while the wheel of death spins and spins and I wonder if today is the day that she's going to leave me forever. I most certainly hope not.

The thing is, for a machine that has been used for hours and hours a day for almost her entire life, well, I can't complain about her slowness. I'm just afraid that it may be getting to that time when I'm going to have to replace her. I'm not super sentimental about objects...about things that I own. But I sort of feel different about my Mac. She's been with me through a lot, most especially law school. And even after all three years of that kind of abuse, she's still working, still going strong.

That and I don't know how I would ever afford to replace her. I hope she can make it through this year, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll have the cash to get a new computer, and then maybe I'll enshrine this baby. In the mean time, grant me patience with her slowness. Just because something doesn't work perfectly doesn't mean it needs to be thrown out. That and I still love her.