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A small respite

I’m back from a lovely long weekend at home. Sometimes you don’t have to go anywhere to enjoy a spot of vacation. The lad hung around most of the weekend and I enjoyed his company thoroughly. I cooked yummy meals, talked of many things with him, did laundry, cleaned the house, cleaned out my computer, worked with Terry, and caught up on sleep. And that’s about all. Didn’t turn on the television once and I didn’t read many blogs, either. It was a little like being on an island somewhere far away.

I noticed something interesting with Terry early in the weekend. She stopped and waited for me to go through a door. Then she waited for me to go up the stairs before she followed. I guess that is her way of letting me know that I’m the boss. I’ve been reinforcing the idea whenever I can. She’s already caught on to a hand signal—I put my arm down with the palm of my hand facing her and she stops and waits for me to tell her she can go ahead. She seems much happier about this arrangement. Maybe, in her more subtle way, testing my authority meant running over me in her haste to either go through a door first or up the stairs first. Now if I could just get her to stop mining for nuggets in the cat box....

Our household only had one moment of crisis this weekend. The lad was given a brand shiny new copy of Age of Empires III as a gift for his successful year in Cross Country. He could hardly wait to get it out of the box and into his computer. Unfortunately, he didn’t read the minimum requirements on the box before opening it. As he soon discovered, his computer is now officially an ancient relic. His processor is ‘only’ 1.2 GHz and the game requires a minimum of 1.4 GHz. Near the end of the installation, a pop up box appeared announcing that his computer didn’t have the required hardware to operate the game.

This turn of events would be analogous to a youngster waking on Christmas morning to find nothing but empty boxes under the tree. The depths of disappointment go way beyond crushed. I felt so badly for him. Since the box was opened, it can’t be returned. He thought he might be able to sell it to one of his gamer friends, but found they all have the same situation. There are more than a few kids fervently wishing for new computers in another month. I know one who isn’t going to get one, though. We briefly discussed it. More like, “I suppose a new computer is out of the question, huh?” “Yes.”

I did consider upgrading his processor, but I’m not sure it’s possible or really worth it. Next summer he’ll be getting a new laptop to take to college with him. That seems like forever when he has this fabulously useless game sitting on his desk, but I think that’s the way it’s going to work out.

Oh yeah, summer is making a cameo appearance today. We expect nearly 70° by noon. It’s already 60. That makes me cheerful. More like this, please.

Posted on 11/14/05 at 08:59 AM
 




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