We are sad and mourn the loss of our dear friend Puta, even though there were times we fell out, when Puta stubbornly refused to respond to simple commands like save or end. When Puta took delight in hiding folders or forgetting to save, or taking her own sweet time to load pages. Through the dark times when some nasty words were said, and some ugly threats made we never believed the end would come so soon. We thought we had forever, she was still young barely out of warranty. We didn't realise how much we loved Puta till she decided to play her trump card and left for Motherboard heaven in the sky, where now she can play with megabytes and ram and her disk is for eternity. We who are left behind must carry on but it is so hard without her. I can't blog, or email, I can't go on ravelry. I cannot write and that leaves a huge hole in my life. One day, when the time is right we will let another Puta into our lives. But not just yet, we have to let go first.
Oh and save up the money of course.
Just one of the reasons why I've been a bit cyber quiet lately.