I have decided to quit.
I am tired of progress.
This gift is another very special thing that must be learned.
And I am tired of learning.
The school room was the place for that along with a younger more receptive mind. And if you learned something well and once, it was good for a lifetime. Well mostly.
When I was 17 I had a job as a gopher (go-fer this and go-fer that) and they told me if I learned to clean and operate an Ozalid machine, I would have some invaluable knowledge for life. Noone I know today has ever heard of an Ozalid machine, have you?
Nowadays, however, if you learn a thing and think you have it stored and always ready to draw upon “you have another think coming.” Nope. If you learn one part of a computer it may be useless in a matter of hours.
Here I am with a shiny new computer I am calling Ogar (short for Ogre) that was given to me for Christmas with great love by my whole family. I am truly grateful since the old object of their affection, which I had partially learned after 5 years of struggling was showing signs of ultimate collapse.
Groan. How can I disparage such a thoughtful wonderful gift?
Well, the process of transferring all the old stuff to the new Ogar may sound easy but HA! Not so. The process is more like a pulling a tooth. You mindlessly explore with the tongue for a ghostly apparition of what might still be there, but in the end all the exploration yields only a gaping empty space.
My sweet family saw this sleek new marvel would not only replace the 5 year old relic, but it would also keep me busy whilst waiting for a Covid-19 vaccine. In addition to proving how warm hearted my family is, there is also an element of logic there.
Ogar is definitely a time guzzler.
And better Ogar than Covid right?
Ogar is certainly keeping me busy too, creating a roadmap of wrinkles upon my brow. Thankfully I call upon my son to guide me through all the myriad options chasing an insane cursor through a maze of intricate maneuvers over an increasingly insane canvas. And only my son really knows where the mercurial sensor is going or why.
“You see that thing that looks like a cog?” he asks in his effort to guide me through all the symbols.
A cog?
How do I know what a cog looks like?
Where on this page of icons, symbols and totems is there a cog?
“Settings?” “Oh, you mean SETTINGS!”
I am definitely retiring from Progress.
Virginia Views 