One of the last things I asked Dad before we left him to wing our way home was, “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave my laptop with you? You might need it.

“Nah. I don’t need it for anything.”

Famous last words.

Even Big Guy laughed when Dad called late Saturday evening. “Mom, he wants you to send him a laptop.”

I think I did remarkably well to not chortle “I told you so.”

Instead, I went online and ordered Dad the exact same laptop I’d bought about a month earlier, but $100 cheaper. Good thing Dad now has skills at finding his things amid thousands of other things that look exactly like his, or I would have had to order him a pink case. Hey, don’t ask, don’t tell.

The shocking part, though, was when I realized the purchase made us a four-computer household – the guys’ desktop, my ancient-in-computer years desktop, my laptop and Dad’s laptop. I’m not sure how to count the parts of the 1998-2002 computer crammed in a closet, so I’m not.

Four computers. We have “only” two TVs. And two bona fide clocks if you don’t include all the appliances flashing “12:00″ at me. When I was the guys’ age, we didn’t even have two phones in the house because Ma Bell charged extra for extra sets back then.

It boggles the mind.

What’s really going to boggle the mind, though, is when replacement time rolls around. Three of the four computers were purchased within the past nine months. The manufacturer that ticked me off back in March sure lost out on a lot of steady business.

Copyright 2009 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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