Sunday afternoon I was struggling with resetting my Internet when I jiggling the mouse of my desktop in the other room and the computer yielded no response. I jiggled again, and again no response. I tried to turn the power on to the tower. No response. My child had died. I called my Mom to inform her of the grim news, but she said, M it was dead the last time I was there. We laughed. It had had a long life and had travelled across state borders.....I suppose it was time for it to pass. After all, it did not even have a flat screen, but it was good to have a backup. 
I unplugged the Internet from it and proceeded to disconnect all the cords. I saved he keyboard, mouse, and speakers and left the monitor and tower sitting on the desk. After a day or morning the loss I hoisted the tower and the monitor into my car and drove to the dumpster. I sat the two components neatly beside it and left in anguish. I should have taken a photo of the deceased. It was so forlorn. 
I am just now recognizing the lost, and realize that I lost photos from my old Kodak camera, songs I had downloaded and all the information I saved...it wasn't a lot, and hopefully I can find the photos on a jump drive....ah well such is life.....I guess I am back to playing Carrie on my laptop.
*Photos from HBO
