Two Laptops...Twice the Fun...?

Non-quilting post, sorry. But here I am in a hotel in Valley Forge, having spent the day in staff meetings. My old laptop was getting...well, old...so the board took up a collection to pay for a new laptop for me. I picked up said new laptop at the computer center today, and am now sitting here in my hotel with two laptops open and running in front of me trying to get something...anything!...to work. The new one is having problems with the wireless connection but chunks happily along hardwired through ethernet; I also couldn't get the new design software we now own to load properly.

So I decided to try to load the new software on my old computer for the time being, and was watching that install while catching up on email on my new laptop. Said old laptop, after a couple of hours, told me that it had installed "with errors," which now turns out to mean that only some components of the new software actually work.

Now I've got two partially working laptops. Bully for me.

I know this will all work out and I'll be able to fall in love with the new laptop. It's just growing pains. Ick.

A bright spot of the day was running into a former colleague while in the building--she'd met Mom all of once years ago but immediately gave me a huge hug and told me that she'd cried when she read the prayer request that had gone out about Mom's death, then regaled me with her memories of the time she had met Mom. Which, honestly, was pretty amusing after the fact, although not so much at the time--Mom had gotten terribly lost in the massive amount of construction at the time, trying to get back to the building after visiting a long-lost relative in a nursing home about an hour away, and my colleague had to "talk her in" since I only vaguely knew my way around at that point. Thanks to the colleague, Mom made it safely to the lobby and we skipped our original evening plans so I could take her out to Cheesecake Factory at the mall and relax her with a great meal and a glass of wine. Yes, and cheesecake. I pondered later how I was glad that Mom and I had decided to make the road trip down here together for meetings once so we could hit the Amish quilt stores in Lancaster county on the way home; I wish we could've done it more often but life happened.

So tonight I went to Cheesecake Factory myself. A toast to you, Mom.