I am a creature of habit. I am also quite sure this comes as a surprise to exactly no one in the known universe, and most everyone else. Once I establish a way of doing things, I like to stick to that routine. Order is good. Change is the devil. I’m working on that, but really, change is the devil.
My son is already exhibiting signs that he has inherited this particular portion of my DNA.
There has been much computer stress around here of late, but I thought I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Everything seemed to function normally for the past week or 2, and I was slowly migrating and organizing files (a compulsively happy little tasks to us order junkies). But then software does as it does, and today I was forced to upgrade to the 2007 version of Seattle’s finest, even though I was quite content beck in 2003 or 2002 or maybe 1998, I don’t know. I knew how to work in that year, how to navigate, how to finagle, how to be. I am now in foreign territory.
I’m quite aware I’m well behind the times (I do have a calendar that I can read the 2010 on), and that I probably have to turn in my techie card (if I haven’t already for admitting I don’t have an iPod), but I really don’t care. I was fine with the evil I knew, and now I have a whole new kind of evil. And this evil don’t look nothing like the old one. Oh joy. I’m not really enjoying the forced facelift.
This is but a small gripe, and over time, I’ll learn, but for right now, this moment, I’m embracing my inner curmudgeon and crabbing about what was so wrong in the first place and why can’t they just leave well enough alone. As if I don’t have enough curveballs thrown at me on a daily basis with this whole parenthood thing.
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