I am sitting here with an i-Pad Mini with a multiply-fractured screen (I didn’t do it)………….

The minuscule mini has been taped to this little, itty-bitty keyboard (I didn’t do that either)…………………I think they (my children) did it to keep me safe…………………kind of like computer-training wheels……………….or maybe like my own-cyber-sippy-cup……………

I have to use a stylus to move around from place to place……….I’ve been told by the same children that I have fat fingers that don’t work on computer-screens.

I can’t use my index finger to do swirlies to change places………that’s what I know how to do.

I’ve been yelled at by my older daughter for polking the screen too hard…………….I had to……………it wasn’t listening to me.

I have cyber-unhappiness in my life right now…..

The Geek People have told me that my computer is too old to repair………………and that it has died.

I want to resurrect it.

I want a Zombie-computer.  I want to continue with my blog on my un-dead computer.

I can’t change again (cyber-ly speaking).

There have been just too many computer-esque changes in my life recently.

I can’t take another one.  I think I would buffer to death.

However, I successfully talked the Geek People into letting me bring my baby down and see if they can at least get it to turn on and maybe…………….just maybe, they can copy my stuff and save it for me.

I have an appointment.

They let me make an appointment…….

The Geek People haven’t totally shunned me…………..yet.

Perhaps there is cyber-hope.

I know I killed it when I down-loaded those 3000 photos.

It’s probably still silently crying and buffering……..all by itself & alone in the barrens of byte-land.

I’d add pictures to this post………………but honestly, I don’t know how to get there from here on this mini, fractured tiny-ness…………with my little, squooshy stylus……….and my fat fingers.

I’ve fallen off the edge of my learning curve……………….sigh.