THE COST OF LIVING
To some the above heading may sound rather battered and mundane creeping onto the area dedicated to other functions which allows them to carry on with their own existences yet at the slightest provocation battle swords are weighed in each hand and twirled overhead like an injured bull on the warpath and has little to gain by its animosity arising from a source nobody wishes to pay a visitation.
Just after the recent Christmas my wife and myself visited the family for a temporary good-bye. It is usually better to leave before it gets too late and the Christmas feeling may slip asunder.
My grandson had recently (about a year ago) taken up the task of studying computers and had actually gained what other members of the youth brigade could not even dream about.
On my arrival he noticed that I was toting a computer case and insisted that I leave the computer in his adept hands. He promised that He would clean the entire computer and clean the key-board and make it look like new. I handed it over and he went to town with the lot and I lost interest. About a week later, while packing up for our departure I went hunting for the computer and found it in pieces scattered about his bedroom. ZION, no not me, claimed that there was an (internal part) which he removed and carried out a surgery and medical procedure on in order to set it right, somehow he seemed to have killed the poor patient and lost interest in the medical world.
Seeing his crestfallen demeanour I paid him his tithe and in the form of a R100; note and demanded that he get the remnants of the computer and his bedroom be tidied up before his mother turned up and taught him a few tricks with a belt.
After my arrival in ERMELO the computer was taken for repairs at a local electronic Shoppe and after paying a handsome sum which had my bank manager weeping the computer was put to the test and nothing happened except for a curious impersonation of my name on the internet. Great men and women will always shame themselves at the threat of others that may be greater than themselves.
OK so this may be funny so I requested my son-in-law, resident in the windy freezing cape, to sort me out with another computer. This was done with some speed and a few days later the object of desire arrived by courier and the much wanted object was not present.
A week later it was discovered at the main post office and it cost about R380 all charges included to release the precious contents. Just one teeny-weenie problem: The bloody thing had the wrong program in its guts and I am not up to standard on (WORD) when the computer arrived it was found that the internet USB had been left out and that meant another picking out of my wealth which could eventually drive me off from this cruel world or unstick me from the internet: my pack-0- heroes.