. . . or at least retired.
the year was 2005. i arrived home to find a machine on the kitchen table, a machine foreign but enticing. i couldn’t resist its pull, especially with a pre-loaded screensaver flashing my name and a note from dear dad. he bought me a gateway.
remember 2005? when to the average east tennessean an apple was a shiny red piece of fruit and mac was a makeup brand you might could buy in the big city. no one in my corner of the world wanted more than a working pc for college. and that’s what i got.
we had some good times. 3 years of college and hundreds of pictures stored on one beautiful hard drive. i know it was beautiful because i saw it, when the black-tied member of the geek squad handed it to me in a plastic bag with a “sorry sucker” look on his face. crashed. exam week. i had it coming.
the new and improved gateway (she had some work done . . . but don’t tell anyone), stuck it out for almost 2 more years, struggling through sickness & health, to a ripe old age. i tried to respect her maturity, not rushing her through her half-hour waking up routine or the times when the work was so hard she just fell asleep on the spot, taking a 10 minute nap before coming back to life. i understood that weight of a long life and tried to learn from her wisdom.
i learned patience. and i practiced that patience. waiting for the right time, the right way to tell her it was time. time to lay down the anti-virus software and call it a day. i hope she isn’t intimidated by the young whippersnapper – although this new girl is very chic and trendy.
i owe a lot to my trusty, err, long-suffering gateway. may she have a long and happy retirement.