I am at a certain time of life when everything I own (including my own personal body) is wearing out.
I pulled on my favorite work pants last week and the knee ripped open. The same day, a favorite shirt gave way at the elbow as I slid my arm into the sleeve.
I sport a manly scar on my cheek from last week’s plastic-surgery for skin CA take three. The parts are failing, breaking down, aging out.
Things fall apart. Thank goodness for the surgical option. And for needle and thread. And for upgrades when our technological things fall apart. A guy can swim against the current of chaos–up to a point. But negentropy is expensive.
This morning–out of town with some time-sensitive work to do, the 2009 MacBookPro churned to an almost complete stop after upgrading to the lastest IOS version. Nothing doing.
And this at the end of a string of failings that have made me know for a year or more that I’d eventually have to upgrade. Today was the day when something had to be done to keep from being swept to sea.
Against my strong frugal inclinations, I ordered a MacBook Air–quite possibly my last technological “up with the Joneses” expense. At some point, I’ll just stick with what I have until it breaks or becomes as obsolescent as I will be at that point, and the fat lady will have sung.
But not quite yet. The cost of doing business is high, but I can still pay it with some vague hope that it will be worth the investment. I’ll let you know.