So I may not be in the classroom, but I’m up at 6A anyway. I can’t even blame the dogs this morning. It’s all about training my body.
My new toy arrived yesterday about noon. The FedEx man and I nearly greeted each other with open arms–he, thrilled because his daughter had just gotten into her first choice college, and me, because… well, a Mac. What’s not to love?
Tinkering commenced immediately.
I’m slowly learning my way around the thing. The transition between the two keyboards is giving me some angst, but that’ll settle down as I get used to the smaller board. I have not learned the touchpad yet, but I will. Eventually. I have to run though that screen again and practice. For the record, I love the pinch.
I just wish I’d known that when I opened the darn thing and got it running. I could not figure out the trick of getting screens to grow. The two-finger, three-finger, and four-finger stuff I’ll get to eventually.
But the biggest change is that I have to find the exit on the left. A small thing, really, when you consider differences, but there annoying at the moment since I have to consciously remember.
I already have downloaded Skype and Scrivener. I’ve played in Scrivener and watched a couple of videos. I’m going to have to play some more. Definitely. This is not Word. At all.
But all in all, a good experience, and not only can I drag the trash to the trashcan (I couldn’t when I first tried a Mac in the mid-90s and I was still using Win 3.1, but everyone else in that class could, and no, I am not scarred by that experience.) I can empty the trash!
Little steps. Little goals.
And for the record, the iPod landed in Anchorage, got sent on to Tennessee, and is now winging its way west again. That thing’s nearly been around the world and has traveled way more than me. I would be jealous except for the whole in a box thing, and the FedEx employees tossing their shipments around.