Seein' the Pope

Trippin' Out “ This is truly a milestone week for me. I've been using all my spare time, which is to say all my time, getting MoSup ready for her visit to see the new Pope.  Since telephone rates from Europe are exorbitant, and since—as she pointed out to her sister—we have never gone a single day in our 82 years of marriage without talking to each other, I needed a plan..  I got the bright idea to polish up my 7 year-old Acer Aspire notebook, and harness its powerful Intel Atom CPU NC70 @1.608Hz and 93.38 GB of available memory—and  10" display— to power Skype.  I ain't never used Skype before, but all my kids use it (on their fancy Apples) to interface with each other.  I down loaded and installed it, and now what?  Shit.  I'll deal with that later. Next thing I had to set up her e-mail, because JFC, can;t be missing those gardening tips and sewing machine projects.  Iit's been years since I set up her Verizon e-mail, and none of the passwords or account names are working.   I'll have to call Verizon and find out WTF her e-mail particulars are.. Shit.I'll deal with that later. Of course the first thing I  had to do is sanitize the thing.  It's been so long since I used it on road trips that, you know, some stuff might have gotten on there.  What happens if Pope Francis admires her notebook, and asks to see it?  And he pushes some wrong keys and up pops Paris Hilton in sporting mode?  Or  her plane is hijacked,  And the Islamos something like  this?  I did a full scrub, a full defrag and a full everything., then dabbed some holy water on it.  It's still slow as shit, so I'll be interested to see how it handles Skype. This is where the milestone comes in.  My grandaughter (4ys) got for Christmans what I thought was a toy I-Pad.  Oh no.  The sumbittch has Skype on it. She and the princess are coming tomorrow to show me --SHOW US! how to use it.   I may look like I'm only 75, but I damn sure feel like 76 (after a certain point, nothing more changes.  What's gonna shrink has done shrunk, and what gonna ache, does, always.  But Hey!  Soon as she leaves, it's PAR-TAY TIME. sigh ”