And lately it’s been becoming increasingly apparent that my
old CRT computer monitor is showing signs of age, which isn’t surprising since
it will be thirteen in May. I’ve been thinking for some time that I’ll have to
dig deep into the pocket and buy a new one soon, and so it seemed a fortuitous
coincidence that I should come across a second hand Dell flat screen monitor
for sale in a charity shop at the bargain basement price of £12.50. I had to
buy it, didn’t I, even though there was no guarantee that it would work. I
hooked it up today and it works just fine, so I think the old Relisys CRT model
can now go into honourable retirement and let the young pretender take centre
stage. Does this mean, therefore, that the old guy will be the next faithful
friend making the one way journey to the tip? Definitely not.
Over the past thirteen years I’ve had three computers,
several keyboards, countless mice, and so on. The monitor has been the one
thing to remain steadfast throughout. I watched my fiction develop and grow
through this monitor. Its screen was my window on the world during a time of
deep and meaningful correspondence with a few very special people scattered around that world. And it showed me the genesis of this very blog
five years ago. Those special experiences make it an extra special friend.
And so, for as long as I live and have any say in the
matter, this old monitor will not be going to any tip. I may not have a
pedestal to raise it on, but at least it can enjoy a well earned rest.
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