Ana writes about reluctant progress.
I love all things old: my grandmother's long-gone house in East Orange, NJ, (three stories, high ceilings, grand staircase). My parent's dining room furniture (also gone. Didn't have place to put it or money to move cross-country.) Historical romances. My old computers.
I have two of them. XP laptop (failing) and ancient mac desktop (unstoppable). Uploading anything, yahoo grouping, self-publishing, and designing websites is impossible using an operating system that the I-world views like spats and buggy whips.
Did I mention that I hate throwing anything away that still has an ounce of life? My mom's Scottish ancestry dominated her nature. Nothing was tossed until it was in shreds. Leftovers were consumed to the last morsel. I have a 2004 car and a 1993 work truck. I keep them serviced and am shooting for 200,000 miles on each one.
I hate that computer upgrades are often more sales driven than improvement. I worry about privacy--the more we do online, the more our data is mined for marketing and security scrutiny.
But here I go, buying a Mac airbook that will be obsolete before it arrives. At least I get free shipping.