My old friend, the desktop

My First Computer -
I write today to honor an old friend, with whom I am well acquainted, but that I don't see much any more.
My first computer sits there in the other room, lonely and mostly abandoned. Once in a while I start it up which takes forever. It is old slow and clunky, kind of like me, as a matter of fact.
Like me, it is dressed, with a dust cover. It is a bit overweight as I am. Being a desktop, it often just sits there as I do.
It has a brain, uses letters, words and images to communicate. We both have memory, taking in information and spitting it back out in exact replica or re-worked.
I can't bear to get rid of my old friend completely, even though I like my new notebook much better. So I'll go by occasionally, pop in and visit for a bit, just to make sure "she" is still around.
Tags: computers technology self-reflection diary