Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚‍♀️

My first personal computer was an Apple iBook that my paternal grandmother bought for me in 2005. It was prettier in look and smoother in touch than the current MacBook Pro. That was how I got initiated into the World of Apple, followed by the iPod (I loved it!) and iPhone (I still Love it).

I had been using other brands of computers at school and work, so for my personal computer, my choice was an Apple iBook. I told my Grandmother in Vancouver, Canada, about it, and she wanted to buy it for me as a gift. In addition to this iBook gift, she was the only one on both sides of the family who showered me with lovely words and gifts. My grandmother knew my true colors and encouraged me to write. Alas, now that she’s departed, and I am an orphan in this cold world that has always been unkind. I know how the Ancient Mariner feels in Samuel Coleridge’s self-same poem.

Alone, alone, all, alone,

Alone on a wide, wide sea!

The history of my Apple appliances has become part of the history of my life. Methinks that perception betokens a microscopic view of how a human civilization evolves as the development of tools or vehicles progresses. Or so it seems.