Numbering the days

Here I sit, typing on my brand new Hewlett Packard notebook, having relegated my eight-year-old Acer laptop to the land of outdated, worn out technology. I don’t miss the sound of the Acer’s fan, which has been warning me of its impending demise for several years now. I don’t even miss its extra two inches of screen, because my new laptop’s screen is touch-sensitive . I don’t miss the Acer’s slow navigation of the internet, or its small memory capacity.

HP notebook


But when I first bought the Acer, I thought it was wonderful. It was a huge upgrade from my PC with its gigantic monitor – so much faster, smaller, brighter, convenient. And now it sits beside me on the floor, waiting until I’m sure I have everything from it that I need before I discard it completely. I don’t want to risk finding that I didn’t get all my files copied to the new laptop.

After all, I wrote six books on that Acer, and I paid two hundred dollars more for it than I did for the HP. Technology gets smaller and cheaper the longer we have it. Remember those old eight tracks and the tube TVs?


Sometimes, I feel a little like that Acer. I look back at pictures of my youthful self, and I remember looking at old people, thinking that I would never be like that. When did I stop looking like the me I expect to see in the mirror? Where did all those years go? Now I’m careful when I climb steps, and sometimes my knees hurt. I forget things.

But I’m also free from the incessant concern about whether or not I look pretty. Aging is liberating. I wear comfortable clothes and shoes that are good for my feet. I don’t hold myself to the impossible standard of remembering everything. I admit that I’m not as sharp as I was ten years ago. I now think in terms of the time I have left, and I want it to be meaningful. I still have books to write, music to play, and grandchildren to welcome. And I’m wiser now than I was. I don’t want to waste the remaining years of productivity.

I’ve already outlived Jane Austen by twenty years. She wrote in longhand, while I have this wonderful laptop. She never married and didn’t own a home. Her health suffered due to the primitive state of medicine during her lifetime. I have every advantage, and I refuse to accomplish less than she did.

“So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” Psalm 90:12



9 thoughts on “Numbering the days

  1. Susan Kaye

    The more I take on technology wise, the more I think about going back. I got a new laptop around Christmas. I upgraded to Windows 10 as soon as possible. Now, all I can think of getting back to the jumbotron screen of my desktop and how great Windows 98 was.

    Dinosaur, thy name is Sue.

    Have fun with the new technology.

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    1. Robin Helm Post author

      I’m having to adjust, but I like it. I would never go back to a PC and jumbo monitor. I like my flat screen TV, too. 😉


      1. Susan Kaye

        I used an ergonomic keyboard and loved it. I know, you can plug on into a laptop but then you have a footprint on an already overloaded desk. I may grab a desk top all-in-one before they go the way of the dinosaurs. I like the TV we have but more for the menus and presets I can mess with when the show is boring. (Gad, what a geek I am.)

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    2. Laura Hile

      I know what you mean, Sue. I installed Windows 10 on both laptops (school and home)–and promptly turned off all the apps that supposedly make this upgrade so convenient! No, I do not want the geolocation thingy, or the tailoring ads to my personal taste thingy, or the music tracking thingy…

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      1. Susan Kaye

        I did all that because I read an article that it uses bandwidth like crazy. And I already pay far more than I should for a horrific amount. All they want is to know everything we do all day long, where we do it from, and make us pay for it!

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