Yesterday, my beloved PC refused to communicate with me. It just flashed a start up picture of a winding river and wouldn’t allow me to interact. Its cold stare reminded me of the mean girls at school whom I tried to talk with. I called in the Webguy, and he and Jake – yes, the real Jake - came up with many solutions to my problem. Yes, I could just use my laptop for everything, splitting the screen but…

Why am I attached to the old PC? Why do I use two computers when I write? Why try to save the old PC? These are all valid questions, and my answers aren’t exactly sane ones.

My PC is my research buddy. I can have dozens of tabs up while I’m writing. My PC is my secretary. When I’m writing, I use my laptop like an old typewriter. I don’t want email, twitter, Instagram, and Facebook notifications popping up on my screen. PC takes care of all those for me. When I take a break, I can glance over and take care of business. Actually, I use two computers and my iPad when I’m working. If I must reference a past book, the iPad is the quickest way to pull up my books.

Why try and save the PC? Because I’m tired of our toss-away world. I’m angry that my iPhone 6 battery is limping along. I’m sick of buying things that seem to have a timer inside, and break before you can afford to replace them. Yes, I know the minute you buy something the tech is already antiquated, but come on, at least let’s keep the machine working.

I wonder if I’ve personified my PC? I haven’t given it a name yet, which may be a good thing. In the past when I’ve given names to the doves on the patio, they were eaten by hawks, sometimes in front of me. Not that a hawk would dare come into Ravens’ Rook, not with all the axes around. Thanks, Murphy. Where was I? Oh, yes, never name a computer or it will die.

I’m happy to say that the Webguy was able to save my PC. We had to wipe it completely, but I was able to save most of my files first, and I’m now installing all the little things that makes life bearable. I’m very glad to have the Webguy as my 24/7 tech and, yes, to have Jake there to supervise, even from afar. I’m lucky, and maybe my PC will get me through another few years. As for my iPhone…