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TRIAL BY PCPosted Thursday, December 23, 2010, at 6:26 PM
Exactly what I feel like, when it comes to the PC
By Arley Steinhour 122310
A day ago, or was it more, frustration lengthens time even in heaven,
I shifted PC software from VISTA to the new Windows Seven.
A test of Faith right off the bat, as nothing worked too well,
Took us over seven hours, to change out of old software from Hell.
VISTA didn't leave the scene, without a royal fight,
My address book, like eggs ended scrambled, over light.
I do digress, as I should have said, in the beginning things went slow
As slow, in my opinion, as my twenty year old 60MHz PC would go.
'Can't do this,' or 'can't do that,' kept the screen from becoming a bore,
Bill Gates would have been in trouble, if he walked through my front door.
The air outside was freezing, compared to my temper that was at 'Boil,'
I found out that even a Christian can gnash teeth to a point lubing them with oil.
At One AM, I had to crash and burn, a Navy term for go to bed,
With a Christmas present from Windows, a migraine in my head.
Win-Seven then resided in my Gateway, oh so proud,
I slinked away a beaten man my pride no longer loud.
An adage, oh so very old, kept running through my aching head,
"If it can go wrong, it surly will, so shut up and go to bed."
I think I had a visitor, some time in the night,
Must have been a Satan type, worked without a light.
This morning, rising up for once without a song singing in my mind,
I almost dreaded crawling out of bed, in dread of what I'd find.
Today, I fought the good fight, not a loss, nor could claim a win,
I rebuilt half my address book, before my temper wore too thin.
I sit here now, just mumbling, through my fingers unto you,
Lesson being, buy a brand new PC, and just let the price come due.
The PC, just must be given, to us by our Lord Jesus in great love,
To test our learning about how little we know, about his life above.
I should have been able to laugh my way, through the PC valley that I trod,
But I made it through, and still have teeth, thanks totally to my God.
I guess I'm in no hurry, for the longer that I take, the less I can remember
In about four weeks, if I remember rightly, I won't remember December.
So, before I forget, or fall from my chair, may I wish you one and all,
Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart, but before eight, don't call.
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