Life Happens when you're playing around with computers

The other day, as I was working on the computer, and then tried to print something, I realized that I was not only talking to the printer--I was talking OUT LOUD to the printer.
In fact, I was talking rather impolitely to said printer.
I don't feel too bad about doing that, though, as Jim talks to the lady on the GPS--or
rather argues with her--as to where her directions are leading us. Maybe that is a senior
citizen thing--talking to inanimate objects.
I would never have become involved with computers, because they are clear out of
my league, except when we owned the furniture store, our inventory got so large that the
only way we could track it was by computer. The first one we bought soon proved to be inadequate, so we had to upgrade.The new one was so sophicated that I had an awful time using it. Besides, I don't think it liked me. It seemed that when I logged on, weird things began to happen.
One day as I got ready to enter some things on the computer, it wouldn't do a thing. It
was like it was dead. I handled that problem in my usual laid-back manner by screaming, "What's the matter with this stupid computer? It won't even let me log on." As usual, Shari
had to step in and save the day.
"It's o.k., Mom. The computer is just in sleep mode," she said. "Sleep mode--sleep mode",
I yelled. "If anyone or anything is going to sleep around here, it's going to be me--not my computer." After awhile, just as she said, it woke up or whatever computers do after being
in sleep mode, and we eventually got it programmed to sleep at night, when the
store was closed, like good little computers are supposed to do.
My computer expert has always been our grandson, Trenton, so after giving him a nice Christmas brunch, I dragged him into the computer room to help me get this new blog set up.
I happened to mention to him, that from time to time I had trouble with the printer. I told him that when it was out of paper and I put in a new stash of paper, it took it several minutes before it acknowledged the paper was in there. I said, "It looks to me like that printer should be able
to figure out that I had replaced the paper immediately."
Trenton said, rather calmly, I thought, "Grandma, that printer can't think. It can only react
to you pushing the proper buttons."
I said, "Oh, I get it. I should be able to handle that because that's the way your Grandpa
works. The problem is knowing when to push those buttons!"