Why then? Why hast though forsaken me? Where was my
A few weeks ago one side of one of the hinges on the Macbook broke, but the Macbook was still functional and was being gently nursed and cajoled by me. Today, though, the Peanut managed to grab the Macbook off a footstool and hurl it behind her. (It must have been the lentil stew I served her yesterday, because where she got the strength for that I'll never know.)
In seeming slow motion it flew behind her, tilting as it arced towards the ground, where it landed directly on its corner. The corner with the partially broken hinge.
Now a fully broken hinge.
The fully broken hinge, which means that the screen no longer functions. It's just a big, blank white canvas. No pretty apple appears when I turn it on.
I cried a little (although I did hold it together around the Peanut, merely issuing a small squawk when it hit the ground with that ominous thud).
So now I'm stuck using my old Averatec PC laptop to write this, which quite literally gives me third degree burns if I actually try to use it as a laptop and I have to use it with the adapter as the battery dies after 30 seconds, thus, on both counts, completely defeating the purposes of a portable laptop. Seriously. It's only two years old. Averatec - avoid them like the plague as they are the biggest pieces of crap. Don't be wooed by their small forms and sexy low price. It's a con I tell you, a con!
Thus, I am left to mourn my wee Macbook, my faithful friend and companion. Farewell my lovely! My you enjoy your time in the Macven, frolicking with so many who have come before you.
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However, as with most things, a little retail therapy can mend a girl's broken heart and help her mourn the demise of her beloved Macbook. Specifically retail therapy of the literary sort. Yup, I hightailed it down to the local Chapters (sorry Mr Babbler - I broke my "no books until Christmas" promise. It was extenuating circumstances!) and purchased a couple of books for both the Peanut and myself.
For the Peanut:
I attempted to buy this book for the Peanut:
(the fish at the top are actually beads that you can slide and count along with) only to discover that every single copy in the store was ruined. It was either bent or chewed and while I know that it will get chewed in my house like (although the Peanut doesn't really chew her books anymore), I still prefer not to have it pre-chewed when I pay for it. (As an aside, I love the bookstore. And I love to browse and read a few pages of a book before committing to buying it. But when did the bookstore become a library? Again, seriously! So many of the books in the kids section were destroyed, and I saw one mother just sitting on a chair. Reading all sorts of books to her kids in the store, and leaving them in a pile for someone else to clean up. All right - end of rant.)