Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Memoir from the Perspective of a Friend

I've heard more cuss words than possibly anyone else in her life. They may be directed at me, the people she works with, family members, pets, money problems, government, people she doesn't know, or things over which she cannot control. She has never harmed me physically, however, for she knows I'm much to valuable and know to much to ever hurt me.

I'm able to see her day and night; from early in the morning before daybreak to early in the morning long after the sun has set. These "early" times are when she is at her best, for the house is typically quiet and she can often see more clearly at these times. Of course, the later in the evening means she may be slower and not so exuberant about spending time with me.

We generally are working together, but sometimes we shop, play, or are creative together. The work we compile and the people we talk about is incredible; from surgeons to candy manufacturers, and from jewelers to consulting groups. Just recently we moved into attacking numbers together, figuring out how to track all sorts of categories of spending and earning while keeping as much money as possible.

Shopping can take long hours or is quick and speedy, with sometimes a quick decision for a particular product and others just looking to see what is out there. There are endless shopping destinations with me, and I enjoy pursuing it as much as she does. I try to make it as safe as possible, but sometimes I hear the cuss words because of the protections in place to keep her money in her hands and not somebody else's.

Playtime is somewhat limited, with only a couple games that are preferred. One is a rather dull game that changes but is repetitive, while the others she chooses for her students. Creativity is endless with me, and I have so many opportunities, but sometimes she just wants to go see what her friends are doing with me.

The cuss words aside, she is a faithful friend, visiting me on a daily basis, and I will be with her until my memory is full, or until she upgrades to a new laptop.

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