Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Not at All Wordless
Mom bought herself a tippy tappy lapbox. Yup. It's brandy-spanking new, and she is wicked excited about it. She used to use the lapbox from her day-hunting gig, but this one is all hers.
(Actually, you want to know how many tippy tappy lapboxes are in the house right now? FOUR! One is an old old one she rescued from the day hunting trash pile and rebuilt with Lee-nux; one is another one she rescued that only worked when plugged into the wall, and only worked wireless so it was very slow, one is the good one from the day hunting gig, and this one. Mom says the two oldies are go-go-going. And then there's the big beast under the desk...)
Mom got something for the lapbox to sit on so she could use her big monitor. It's called a docking station. I dunno. I've been to several stations before (train stations mostly) and this thing doesn't look like any of those, but Mom's the geek, so if she says it's so, then it's so. Of course the funny thing is Mom's old keyboard won't work. She needs a sub, or bus, or pus... oh u-s-b keyboard. (She's pretty good, but she forgets sometimes.)
Anyways, she's been very pre-occupied with this thing since she got it. She's happy. I like having a happy Mom.