Just when I resolve to blog more often, life gets in the way.  What life, you may ask. New life, I answer.  Well, not really new.  It's just that I have a job, yes, a real job, though part time, at the university.  I'm part of a small team setting up an online literacy resource, so I have to Wear Clothes and Go To An Office.  Quite a shock for a writer.  I mean, what clothes to wear?
And then my little iBook grew poorly.  It's still poorly, but as is the way of these things, in order not to lose anything, I had to get a new one before it actually died.  Now it sits beside me, my discarded faithful friend, closed and mournful. Who could possibly imagine I'd feel a heel about abandoning a computer?  But it was so sweet, and had helped me through so many books, and here I am, zooping along on my new Macbook pro, and my little iBook knows it could never keep up, and isn't nearly so whizzy and on and on and on.  I wonder if anybody ever read a book called 'Little Black, a Pony'.  He was usurped by Big Red when his boy rider got too big for him.  The boy felt rotten. I do too.  But then Big Red fell through the ice and Little Black had to rescue him, so who knows: my iBook may yet have to be resurrected ...
Labels: iBook, jobs