Gabe bought me a tablet for Christmas a year and 2 months ago. I didn't really like it at first and I thought how interesting that he bought a tablet for me that was really a present for himself in disguise but after moving to Pittsboro and living in the woods I came to love that tablet like a child. I caressed it, I talked to it, I nurtured it, I slept next to it, it was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw at night. I also used it all the time.
Then we got a treadmill. And I started using the treadmill and I dropped the tablet while on the treadmill and broke it. It probably had something to do with my clumsiness or my agility, I'm not sure which. But it is broken and cannot be fixed because we already tried.
I have mourned its loss now for 2 months but cannot bring myself to buy another one. I wonder why? One more chapter in my love/hate relationship with technology.