So yes, we got Cliff a new laptop; the five-year-old Toshiba didn't have much memory and had gotten slow as molasses in January. The new Dell (not a high-end model) arrived today.
I put all Cliff's favorites on it and he began surfing. He agreed that it's faster, and the pictures are sharper on it.
Then he needed assistance logging onto his gmail account, so I helped him. Upon logging in, I saw all these old emails he's read already.
"Cliff," I said, "Why do you have all these emails here that you've already looked at?"
"Oh hell," he said, "They're funny. I like to look at them again."
"But they're cluttering things up," I said.
"No, I want to keep them; they're funny."
Alrighty then. Let's leave twenty already-read emails there.
He's come a long way in the past year, but he has a lot to learn. The tabbed browsing still throws him for a loop.
And sometimes he wants me to move something, or fix something, that's impossible.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not making fun of him. I'm the woman who has to ask her daughter to figure out how to use a digital picture frame.
Getting old ain't for sissies.