The Search for a New Engine
I think my electronics have been starting to experience mid-life crises lately. It started with my printer. It is supposed to work wirelessly. Lately, however, it does this without complaint only about 1% of the time. Otherwise, it gives me the message that it is “Searching…””Searching for what?!!” I yell. “Signs of intelligent life? Well, you’re not going to find it in this house. The meaning of your existence? It has no meaning – just like mine. And, if you’re searching for the blasted wireless hub, it’s sitting right next to you on the desk – right where it was the last time you looked five minutes ago, you worthless heap of junk.”
As you can tell, I am a Tiger Mom when it comes to praising my electronics.
My phone and iPad keep “Searching” too. They are usually inspired to start their investigations right when I am in the middle of a phone call or responding to a blog post.
My flat-iron gave up the search this morning. Or maybe it found what it was looking for two days ago when it refused to warm up until I flipped its on/off switch 2 or 3 times, danced around the bathroom, and banged on the GFI buttons on the outlet.
When my car wouldn’t start in the Petsmart parking lot, I decided it was time to start developing abandonment issues. “You can’t do this to me!!!” I yelled. “Don’t leave me like this!”
“Huh?” said my daughter, sitting in the back seat.
I turned the key again, and the car started up, coaxed back into the relationship by the lowest weapon of all – guilt. I decided that, as soon as possible, I am trading that wuss in for a flashy convertible. I can’t wait to start searching.