Case 1: I had a Palm TX, which I use(d) quite a lot for reading ebooks. I've said more than once that I adore being able to download and read whatever book I want. I favor Ereader.com and Mobipocket for getting a hold of the latest releases. I've long since been fed up with paying outrageous amounts in shipping. Instead, now I just do a massive shopping trip whenever I'm in the States, and fill up an empty suitcase with books. Which is fine unless I have a long stretch between trips and there are a hella lot of tasty books I can't wait to read. That's where the now defunct TX came in.
I had been carrying the thing around with me all weekend, and I was in the middle of a Karen Hawkins book. I put the thing down on the arm of the couch, went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of H20 (that's lightly flavored water, this was apple, if that matters). Upon returning to the living room, where the whole family was gathered to watch some TV, I tucked the cup against my thigh and started pulling a blanket across my lap. It gets chilly in the evenings. Would you believe that the movement jarred my PDA just enough to send it plopping from the arm of the sofa, squarely into my water cup? The alignment of the trajectory was perfect. And it went PFFT. Because, of course, it went in charger end first. So now I have no idea what happened with that Karen Hawkins book, and I had a bunch of unread purchases on there.
I've since bought a new PDA (a Dell Axim) but I won't be picking it up until April. Well, technically, it's a pocket PC, I suppose. I'm really looking forward to having a bunch of books at my fingertips again. This whole delayed gratification thing kind of sucks.
Case 2: I use an adorable Ibook to do most of my writing during the day. I meander around the house with it, working in the bedroom, office, living room, sometimes even outside in the garden. Generally, this isn't a problem. Due to a confluence of insane events, which involved a dog and me going face-first into a wall, I dropped my beloved Ibook on the marble floor. Needless to say, this didn't do it any good. Shortly thereafter it refused to boot. I begged my husband to accompany me to the Mac doctor, a store called Todo Para Tu Mac, where we'd had it serviced once before.
Instead he gently suggested perhaps it was time for me to replace said pink and white Ibook. The horror! I responded with puppy eyes. So he took half a day last week and we went to the Mac store. It's situated in an out-of-the-way location; last time, we had to go up a flight of stairs and ring the bell. This time, that location was undergoing renovations, so we had to go around the corner, and up four flights of seriously steep stairs. (I proved my devotion!) Then we had to ring and knock and get escorted in like it was some kind of secret spy office. The woman actually remembered me, as my Ibook ranks high on the international cuteness scale. (See, I told you it was special! It really is!)
To my vast relief, they were able to fix the problem, but it involved totally wiping the hard drive and reinstalling everything. If I didn't make a habit of emailing my work to myself on a daily basis, I would've lost 3,000 words. So that dog-related disaster could've been worse. But the funny thing is, I didn't realize how much difference using a different computer could make. Andres let me borrow one of his spare laptops and the keys felt wrong. They didn't click right. Worse, it was a Spanish keyboard, which meant I had to learn to type all over again. I was never so pleased to get my Ibook back. This week has been a little better in terms of productivity, but now the cats are acting needy. (Yes, they're twins.) Yesterday they begged for attention the whole time I was trying to get my words done.
Do you guys have pets? Do they ever interfere with your work, in whatever way, or is it just me?
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