I've whined about my laptop. Yesterday at Brad and Krisy's, I lost the wireless connection in the antique wireless card. Got to Caitlyn's today, and it still refuses to connect. Since I've made my living as a network technician in the past, I'm confident it ain't my fault. I think the wireless card or other internal watchamajiggy is dead, like the two batteries.
I'm typing this on an iBook G4, which though it's nearly 5 years old is more powerful than any computer I own. Yes, the powerful Dell Precision Workstation I use for my audio and video editing, PhotoShopping and all that, is a tad puny compared to this little beast.
As of a few hours ago, it's mine, a gift from someone who until today, literally could not give it away.
It's not the newest Mac, not state-of-the-art, but did I mention, it's now the most powerful computer I own (and including this one, we own eight, including two servers.)
Every once in a while, it feels like all I have to do is look skyward, ask, and receive.
I am, I assure you, deeply grateful. And a little freaked out at the syncronicity of it all.