When Things Get A Little Creepy

pexels-photo-160107So a week or so ago, whilst cleaning under the bed in my office, I came upon a laptop. (To be fair, there’s a LOT of stuff under that bed, and the laptop is not the strangest thing under there.)

Huh, says I, that must be one of the Juniors old laptops, left behind back in the day. But when the Juniors happened to both be here yesterday…

Me: John, you see that Toshiba laptop? You left it here.

John: Nope, I know exactly where my laptops are and that’s not one of ’em.

Joey: Don’t look at me.

Me: Hmmm. I know it’s not your sister’s…where the heck did this laptop come from?

At which point, several things happened. John opened the laptop. (My, I thought, that looks like a pretty new laptop…) Joey astutely noted that Precious the Laptop is a Toshiba so my power cord would work. I remembered that I’d seen a Toshiba power cord in my closet (I feel like the whole world probably has a power cord in their closet so that’s not weird, either). We plugged in the laptop. And bam! It fired up!



So we needed a password. Fortunately, Mister Man was a smart but rather predictable guy when it came to passwords. After the third try, we were in.

Now, it did not take long for us to figure out a couple of things. Namely, that this laptop was not used very much, and also, it hadn’t been used since Mister Man’s untimely demise. And though I sat there puzzling till my puzzler was sore, I could not figure out why the laptop was under the bed. Why did Mister Man put the laptop under the bed?! I mean, he did some strange and/or bizarre things in his lifetime, but this? This was beyond the beyonds.

Until, as I sat at the new laptop today (and do I need to add that once again, I’m having to learn all kinds of new stuff for THIS laptop?) and realized one important thing:

Mister Man would’ve had to get down on the floor and squinch between the wall and the side of the bed and carefully slide a laptop under there.

Twenty years ago, when that man was more limber (but still very predictable), he wouldn’t have squatted on the floor, squinched into a small space, and hidden a laptop under the bed. But I do know someone who sometimes goes out of town and slides Precious the Laptop under the bed so the boogers won’t get her.

Um…yeah. Apparently, Mister Man gave that laptop to me and I put the cord in a safe place and hid the laptop under the bed. I guess I figured that one fine day, when I had a little time and was ready to give up on Precious, I’d switch over to that Toshiba.

So turns out, it was not creepy at all. And I would just like to say, in case Mister Man heard me yesterday, that he was not at all weird or bizarre in his old age.

But I know someone who is. Pffffft.




Eating Kindle Crow

So I love The Andy Griffith Show and this particular episode is easily in my Top Five:

I love the humor, I love Opie, and as always, I love the message. But it’s the tag line at the end that I love the best: “Well, you and Aunt Bee are having fried chicken. And I’m having crow.”

My crow-eating story begins when Youngest Junior Hall gave me his old Kindle this Christmas.

You see, I refused to buy a Kindle. I got way up there on my high horse and declared that I would not support Amazon. No Kindle for me. No, sir.

But I had friends with ebooks and they were on Kindle. And there were free books all the time, and they were offered on Kindle. So I downloaded the free Kindle app and put it on my laptop. That was showing ’em!

Except…I have trouble reading on Precious the Laptop.

I love Precious, I do. But she’s a bit long in the tooth. She weighs a TON and she loses her zing after a couple hours and…well, snuggling up with her in bed is just not conducive to sweet dreams and such. So all those books in my Kindle library on Precious the Laptop sort of just…languished there.




And then Youngest Junior Hall gave me the Kindle. And we moved a lot of my books to that device. “Oh,” I said. “That’s nice, John. But I’ll probably never read ’em.”

“Maybe you’ll just use it for the games,” he said. “But you’ll have the books, for when you want to read them.”

“But I won’t read ’em,” I said.

“Whatever,” he said.

And then I had to go out of town for a while and I didn’t want to take my library books…so I grabbed the Kindle. And I finally finished the delightful Anywhere But Paradise by my friend, Anne Bustard. I finished it because it was so easy to read on my Kindle.


So now I owe Youngest Junior Hall one of his favorites. I reckon John will be having my world-famous mac ‘n cheese. And I’ll be eating a big helping of Kindle crow.

Survey Says: Your Thoughts, Please

2012-07-27 12.57.51I wanted to make an actual survey, but I’m a little nervous about doing anything fancy on Precious this morning. Unfortunately, Precious and I and the Beneficent Mr. Hall had a bit of a computer snafu this weekend and even now, I’m typing with somewhat shaky fingers.

(Oh, okay. Here’s what happened, the short version: Mr. Man was copying my files on to his super-duper, made of titanium and other super substances I can’t even spell, used-only-for-work, flashdrive. And suddenly, I was like, “Hey. Where are my files?” And he was like, “Calm down. They’re on the flash drive.” And then I was all, “I think I’m remarkably calm, considering that the LAST SEVEN YEARS OF MY LIFE IS MISSING.” And then he was all, “They’re here somewhere. They can’t just disappear.” But apparently, they CAN just disappear, even from a super-duper, made of titanium and other super substances I can’t even spell, used-only-for-work, flashdrive. Fortunately, my other super-cheap and made of plastic flashdrive held everything up to January of 2013. And I use Dropbox, though for reasons I still don’t understand, it had quit automatically saving my files from…January 2013. BUT, because I do not trust certain technologies–with good reason, I think–I always email major stuff to myself. So in the end, I lost a couple Chicken Soup stories, which, all things considered, was not too bad. Mind you, I’m not blaming Precious. I’m not even blaming Mr. Man. I’m blaming the super-duper, made of titanium and other super substances I can’t even spell, used-only-for-work, flashdrive. I would stick pins in it, except… well, it’s made of freakin’ titanium, y’all.)

So. Back to the survey.

As you may have noticed, I’ve been playing around with my blog title. I’d intended all along to change the name to fit with the theme because I really like this fishy look. I mean, this time, I’m sticking with the theme forever.

Probably. Anyway, I can’t decide which title I like best and I’m throwing it out for y’all’s opinion. (And yes, y’all’s is a perfectly good word, used extensively in Georgia and other states below the Mason-Dixon Line.) Feel free to weigh in with any thoughts in the Comments section (and pretend that you made your choice and a little message popped up saying, “Thanks for taking this survey!”)

Blog Titles Under Consideration:

Cathy C. Hall

Fishing for the Writer Within

Fishing for the Write Idea

Fishing in the Write Spot

Stay tuned for the big reveal. (Okay, it won’t be like a huge reveal. It’ll be more like an average reveal. But do not let my tendency towards hyperbole in any way affect your opinion of the laptop snafu story. Trust me. I toned that story way down, just in case the kiddies were reading.)