All You Need is a Credit Card

Every family needs at least one computer lover. I am especially lucky because in my family, it isn't me. I am surrounded by computers (five currently, but one is about to be disassembled for scrape) that are obedient servants. If they misbehave, I tattle to Jerry on them, and he shows them who is boss. He also changes ink cartridges for me, although I have no excuse for asking him.
I don't use computers for games like solitary. I learned years ago that my compulsive behavior set loose on a game of Mine Sweeper or Space Invaders erases pages from the calendar. I do play one social game online, but at least it requires that I interact with real people on some level.
I also don't shop online which doesn't matter because Jerry likes to do that kind of stuff. He is on a first name basis with E-Bay. When he logs in it says, “Welcome back, Jerry! So twenty phone batteries were enough? Were running several specials and you can try every one!” He likes shopping online so much that I try to find things he can shop for just to keep him away from the travel sites. The last time he ran out of things to buy, we ended up on a cruise to Mexico.
Right now he is on the prowl for basswood which is a special soft wood used for carving. That might sound obscure, but I expect some on our doorstep by the end of the week.
When Jerry gets his new computer set up, I will inherit the one he is using now that has some excellent photo programs. Currently, if I want to crop, enhances or alter a photo, I have to use 'his' computer while he watches nervously from across the room. I understand. Nothing is more aggravating that having somebody who might screw up a computer using yours. And he doesn't have anyone to fix it for him like I do.
Nancy Sherer