Somebody important to my life will be getting a more up to date, slightly classier, hopefully wittier, better functioning–more brain cells and memory plus more, longer lasting, clone.
No it’s not me. Afraid I’m stuck with myself. Kind of like me, crazy as I can be, sometimes. Think I’ll keep me.
As I was deleting e-mails because for some unknown reason (least to TimeWarnerCable and me) all my e-mail stays in webmail, even after being deposited to its respective homes, I had to restore Word, which decided to run away from home for reasons as yet unknown. Word is thinking about it; we gave it a very long time out. Problem is we like her editing ability so we do have to communicate.
When you send e-mail, most likely you’ll also receive e-mail, unless it’s on a different schedule. I can only receive e-mail when I hit “send and receive.’ As I receive much e-mail I try to stick to a fifteen minute schedule when home. The important to my life almost human doesn’t like going out, unless it’s too an internet cafe that provides outlets for power cords. As we like going to parks, and other places, we’re hoping that the replacement will be a more sociable animal.
We live two blocks (from everything it seems) but there is a Starbucks. While we love Frappacinos we find them fattening, and we don’t like the regular coffees. We do like the teas, and wish that there was a Peets on the Upper West Side, or that Drip hadn’t closed. Independent coffeehouses are important to us.
I have been receiving all sorts of messages that I have never seen before–not talking e-mail and all the spam. If it’s out there I have received it. No these are Mircosoft messages, and I have become quite apt at understanding them and pushing the right buttons. Which usually is the high point of my day.
Having to schedule an hour and a half to clean cache’s, do this, do that isn’t fun. Frankly there have been many times I’ve been tempted to take this certain thing that is so integral to my life and throw it out the window.
Problem is I live nine stories above ground, and could really kill somebody, and I would rather not. Also that would leave me without my major means of communicating with the world. See I do have good priorities: I would put the worst first. Nah, just not into murder. Boring. Even if I weren’t caught I would spend the rest of my life wracked with guilt. Rather not.
Looking forward to the day that Savannah Falls Too arrives. Hope we have a long and beautiful relationship.
Maybe I should change her last name to Rises-Again. Savannah Rises-Again, kind of catchy and quite meaningful though to whom or why, I’m not sure.