Mac’d to Distraction
Whoa… I’ve been plum suckered.
I am in the process of making the leap to Mac-dom. As though transitioning back home from one 3-week trip only to prepare for another month long trip two weeks from now weren’t enough, I thought I’d throw in the addictive task of getting to know an entirely new operating system.
Bro’ Richie, younger, successful, eligible bachelor brother of husband and die hard Mac-o-phile, in the spirit of conversion, gave me his old Mac PowerBook. I made the dreadful error of expressing my vague interest in perhaps exploring the possibility of thinking of what it might be, at some time in the undefined future, when I might have more time to consider looking into the idea of contemplating more fully the potential of someday switching over to the Mac. But before I even had the chance to complete the statement, “Vista sucks”, Uncle Richie was handing me over his old computer. So that I might “get my feet wet”.
Well, wet they are. Make no mistake about it. Soaked up to the knees. After three full days of accomplishing absolutely nothing outside of getting to know life on a Mac… includes unpacking- still an explosion in our main living area; cooking- “chips and queso dip in the fridge… and don’t forget to grab a carrot”; and bathing - “oh, mummy, what smells?!?”… I am officially of the converted.
Sorry, Mr. Gates… but you lost me at Vista.
