You know the little plugy-iny-thingy place that connects the power plug to the laptop? It wouldn’t actually connect and the battery was lasting like… 45ish minutes. I pulled every trick I could think of. I asked all my nearby computer gurus.
The Reader’s Digest version is that it was going to cost more to fix than it was worth.
Soooooo… I have another laptop. It took me a while to get it MOSTLY configured and working the way I like, but it is Lisa-usable.
Yes, I remember countless times of sitting around and talking in the Beachhouse at family reunions in Myrtle Beach. The conversation would often drift to events growing up in Copperas Cove. Aunt Margaret would sometimes tell the story about tubing down the river and having a “wardrobe malfunction” in front of her son. We always managed to at least touch on matters of faith and life. Most topics were open will for discussion: religion and politics were included.
Granted, most of the voices were mostly in unison. The dissidents tended to keep their voices quiet out of respect. Who knew that 2° could cause so much friction!
I also remember LAUGHING together, all of us! “Air-Conditioning Wars” kept several of us busy for a while.
Since yesterday, we all will have to rely on our memories to see Aunt Helen. She moved from Church Militant to Church Triumphant rather unexpectedly. We are just now realizing how much we will miss her.