I’ll refresh your memory about
the whole situation.
13 years ago, when this column
was new, I faithfully went to our spare room in our Florida apartment and wrote my silly weekly ditty. Since then, me and old lady birthed two
healthy kiddos, got real jobs and a house.
Excuses of busy-ness aside, what
eventually happened is the spare room in our house became baby-gurl’s bedroom,
and my book-keeping/web site workin’ room got moved to the basement.
I sat in the basement at my
homemade desk which is made out of three strips purgo tile which is sitting on
top of two, tow foot high, file cabinets.
The room is lit by a single light bulb which hangs by electrical wire
about two feet from the roof. The wire
is too long for a low basement roof and if I stand too quickly I always bump
into it. It learks over my shoulder as I
type; and for some reason, it is always slowly swinging from side to side, so
the shadows before me constantly change.
As I type, the only noise is the
punching of keys and the constant drip, from the other end of the room. I have inspected the other end, and have
found no source of leaking water, nor is there a faucet. Yet there it is…drip, drip, drip. With the water with no source and the swaying
light, sometimes I wonder if my house is haunted. If it is all the spooks must have settled in
the basement.
Anyways, I was real excited when
I got this fancy to-do lap-top with a wireless network. I figured I’d be typin’ during luch, during
commercials while watching tv…low and behold, that never happened.
I just can’t get used to the flat
keyboard. It takes me hours to do a half
hours work, then every time the palm of my hand touches the computer the cursor
jumps to god knows where and I have to enter a nonsense key to find the curser
then I have to erase the random letter, then I have to put the curser back
where I left off using the weird mouse pad thingy.
It’s all very tireing.
So back in my basement I added a
wireless keyboard to the laptop, so I can type they way god and man intended
people to type. While I was at it I
added a wireless mouse, so I don’t have to use that stupid mouse pad
thingy. Then for good measure, I added
the recharger to the whole works so I have unlimited battery.
Now it’s very silly to haul
around this lap-top with all the excessories, so I’m back in the basement, in
my old spot sharing the space with spooks, the furnace, and the kitty litter
box.
But hey, I wrote this column in
half an hour because quite frankly, I can’t stand the litter smell on second
longer!
COMING NEXT: Mob-Flash-Fiction!
