As I wrote this, the pieces of my new computer sit in several boxes in my basement.
I didn’t go on some angry tirade and break the thing apart. The shipping company didn’t drop a box and shatter the thing. In fact, nothing bad happened.
I have decided to build our new computer from scratch.
Sometimes I think we have progressed as far as we possibly can as humans. We have sent astronauts to the moon. We have built vehicles to explore other planets. We continue to seek the outer reaches of the galaxy.
As far as I am concerned, I thought our technological advancements had reached an end. Then I went to the grocery store the other week.
When you grow up with a large number of siblings like I did, you have difficulty trusting people. That’s just the nature of a big household, especially when you are the youngest.
Sure, you have a great support system, but while one of them is helping you, another might be lurking around the corner waiting to deliver a wedgie. Then there’s the laundry chute from the main floor of the house to the basement which you had to use with one eye peeled on the hallway lest someone try to push you down it.
I have gotten over many of these problems as the years have passed. I’m still a little flinchy and suffer more jokes than anyone else in the family, but I have long learned how to deal with those things.
At least I did until my sister threw a party this summer to celebrate her son’s engagement.