I Have My Computer Back!
It feels as though I have been sans computer for a very long time!
Months ago it became obvious all was not well with this computer - it got slower and slower, and packed up a few times, and made its displeasure felt in a myriad of ways. Finally, it was necessary to do something about it, and a wonderful techie expert took it away to install a new hard drive with a greater amount of memory. I think it now has a tera byte (it has now become obvious just how little I know about the inner workings of computers!) and it is a great relief to have it back, up and running.
I am also delighted to be able to write my blog once again. I've missed it! There is something about maintaining the discipline of writing a regular update on what interests me, what I've been doing, or just generally going on about what I feel about the state of the world, although in that respect, we could soon end up in some despair.
Nevertheless, I keep hopeful and positive, and plan to carry on for as long as I can.
Being without a computer has certainly confirmed one opinion I have: we must always remember these machines are meant to be a tool, and used by us, and they should not become our masters.
I have kept in touch with people by phone, and writing letters - I've always done that anyway, and it's quite amazing how good these old-fashioned methods of communication are; it's nice to have proper missives delivered by the postman, and plopping on the mat.
I think it's important to remember we shouldn't become too dependent on modern technology; there is an awful lot that can go wrong with it, and leave us disappointed and frustrated!
I once wrote a poem about Valentine's Day, and how nice it is, to receive a proper card. I think I have probably recorded the verse here before, but I hope it will bear repeating again! So here it is:
A Valentine Verse
We may all be ultra-modern
With mobiles, voice and text;
But with all of these devices,
We can be sorely vexed.
We need a touch of mystery
And of one thing I am sure:
Nothing beats the gentle plop
Of post, landing on the floor.
I'm waiting for that special card,
Picked with love and care,
From that one darling other,
Whose life I want to share.
So, to the Royal Mail, this plea
Is made with all my heart:
On St. Valentine's, can you please
Play your major part?
It might be called "snail mail" by some
But for romance, it's best:
You cannot tuck an e-mail
Up close against your chest!
Alexandra Wilde
