A New Venue or Bells and Whistles, Oh My!

I had mentioned to the husband that on occasion my monitor had begun staring back at me with its very blue, kiss of death face.  It happened enough that I frantically began backing everything up (which I should have been doing anyway) including all my pictures.

Well wouldn't you know that Santa got wind of this and brought me a huge-screen HP.  So here I sit composing my first blog on the new computer.  I have no idea how this works, or rather how to take advantage of all its bells and whistles or how to get in touch with someone to learn its intricacies, but somehow I'll muddle through.

My old computer is still functioning and I will not purge it until I'm confident that I've copied the entire hard-drive and any software to this one.  Scary, isn't it?  Change, that is.  Maybe pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones is a good thing, no a necessity.  I had a principal in one of the middle schools where I taught who said the measure of excellent education is pushing students to that point where they are no longer comfortable.  (He is also the only principal I've ever had who quoted Proust during faculty meetings).   I think he had something there...