THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

Taking my computer to the Apple folks for a new operating system was like taking my son to Kindergarten for the first day. I knew they could teach my computer things I could not, but never-the-less, I suffered separation anxiety.

The computer went in for its operation with the name of one mountain range (Yosemite) and came out with another (Sierra). It was comforting that my computer did receive 14 get well messages, including one from the Tucson Mayor wishing my blog a quick recovery.

After checking that all of Sierra’s functions worked, I had to purchase a new App named Pages in order to write my stories, and attach them to my now, non-functioning website.  I used to write on something named Word, but when I found out that Word would now cost me $100 a month, it left me speechless as well as wordless.

My magical Apple teacher came the next day. She checked her halo and wings at the door, and proceeded to contact the gremlins at Squarespace. Those are the secretive folks who store my stories in their cave far, far away where no one can reach them by phone, but they are happy to provide good service if you can figure out how to contact them by computer or smoke signals.

So, today, all is well. But as Scarlett O’Hara would say, “Tomorrow is another day.”

Esther Blumenfeld