
So says Nina’s sister Marsha as she sat across from Nina and they set up a chat room to include their sister Pamela in Ohio. They’re busy chatting … and laughing more than they are chatting. I’m just shaking my head and agreeing with Marsha’s pronouncement.
Marsha had a list of computer things she wanted me to do while I was here. Most are now completed … as we’re leaving in the morning to wend our way back to Pocatello. Nina suggested we set up AIM on Marsha’s new laptop and the two of them spent quite a while sitting across from each other at the dining room table and instant messaging each other. This evening I talked their sister Pam through the process of setting up AIM on her computer in Ohio. Right now the three of them are in an AOL group chat typing messages to each other and laughing. I’m very happy that they’re having a good time.
One of the tasks was to make Marsha’s desktop computer work faster. It is painfully slow. I discovered that it had a paltry 256mb of memory installed while the computer, in a completely idle state, was demanding 380mb of memory. Of course it would be painfully slow. Tomorrow after we leave a new set of memory will be delivered giving her 1gb of memory and the computer should suddenly be wonderfully fast again. However, I need to sometime break up the three-way-chat/laugh session so I can show Marsha how to install the memory. But, it’s too early to break up their love fest.
We’ve had a good visit here. Billy has taken us out on their pontoon boat and I’ve had a great tour of the lake. I’ve been playing with computers most of the time I’ve been here. Nina and Marsha have been able to do a lot of talking and a lot of origami folding. We visited Marsha’s new studio in downtown Greenwood where she hopes to be able to display and sell some of her artistic creations. It’s been a nice visit.
From across the table:
I keep getting a….
Oh, I know what I’m doing. I keep hitting the enter key instead of the shift key.
The chatfest continues! I’m sure they know what they’re doing … Of course they do….