Shopping
My Google Chromebook – cracked and dented after two years of harsh treatment (Samuel would use it as a stepping-stool, Daniel as an anvil/discus) – gave up its ghost yesterday, so I am blogging with my phone.
We trekked to Best Buy last night. The children gaped at the huge TVs. The computer salesman, who was urging an older couple to buy a higher-end device, may or may not have noticed us hovering (we were in his section some thirty minutes).
I cornered a worker from a different department. Sorry, he’s the only computer guy, he told me.
Amazing, I remarked to Karin as we left the store.
It’s been that way since COVID, she said.
Oh, dear.
I bought a refurbished machine through Amazon. It should arrive on Friday. Suppliers of refurbished Chromebooks receive very low ratings. The company I bought from has an approval rating of 88% – extremely high.
I don’t know how troubling this ought to be. A lot of “one star” raters complain, misguidedly, that they can’t install a Windows OS. How do you take off the Google, they ask.
One fellow quoted fire-and-brimstone verses, concluding: Vengeance is mine, saith the LORD.
Drafting today’s entry longhand before I tap it out may benefit the prose. Or not. Samuel is fascinated; never has he seen such long blocks of handwriting. He stares at the paper, draping himself over me, pinning down my limbs.
Daniel, who has removed his pants and diaper, races through the house.
We trekked to Best Buy last night. The children gaped at the huge TVs. The computer salesman, who was urging an older couple to buy a higher-end device, may or may not have noticed us hovering (we were in his section some thirty minutes).
I cornered a worker from a different department. Sorry, he’s the only computer guy, he told me.
Amazing, I remarked to Karin as we left the store.
It’s been that way since COVID, she said.
Oh, dear.
I bought a refurbished machine through Amazon. It should arrive on Friday. Suppliers of refurbished Chromebooks receive very low ratings. The company I bought from has an approval rating of 88% – extremely high.
I don’t know how troubling this ought to be. A lot of “one star” raters complain, misguidedly, that they can’t install a Windows OS. How do you take off the Google, they ask.
One fellow quoted fire-and-brimstone verses, concluding: Vengeance is mine, saith the LORD.
Drafting today’s entry longhand before I tap it out may benefit the prose. Or not. Samuel is fascinated; never has he seen such long blocks of handwriting. He stares at the paper, draping himself over me, pinning down my limbs.
Daniel, who has removed his pants and diaper, races through the house.