So, battery here, cord there, keyboard fried by a drunk dying man, and eventually I lost it, and the tablet went SMACK down on my table early last month (or was it the month before?). I cursed his name to hell, and with the last remnants of sanity teetering, the USB port I later discovered had been, em, injured, let’s say. Not long after, and god help me I almost bawled my eyes out, the smart TV I got for Christmas fell off the dresser a few weeks later and, of course, it smashed. So I took pictures with my crappy old phone camera and watched documentaries on a screen as big as my wallet, which is to say, blawdy small.
And as that coveted Nikon filled with images, that I could do nothing with, until a few weeks ago the SD card filled up, and my heart broke anew.
Taking pictures with a shite for a phone, and poem after poem and words upon words that became lost to tablets that died, and every day a piece of me, too.
Yet, and blessed be birthday money, squirreled away for a few weeks till I found what I wanted, and here I am, type, type, typing away on a wonderful little Chromebook I bought used here in the hood, and this is some of what I saw this past summer.