iPad Pro

So those of you that have read my blog are well aware that I’m an aspiring author.

You may also be aware that I’ve been an Apple fan for even longer. Yes, THAT Apple. Please ignore the half eaten apple core in the bottom right hand side of the photo above.

It was a long time ago now, but I was able to buy an ‘old’ first generation iPad when the third one came out. I’ve upgraded rarely, but only because of funds and the price. Well, last year my DH surprised me with an iPad Pro.
Seriously, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was shocked. I mean, they aren’t cheap, and he’d had to do extra work to be able to buy it. He actually did a whole job to earn enough – and managed to hide the job from me. He worked so hard, just to get the iPad Pro for me.

Since an old laptop running Microsoft and backed up by DropBox ate my first book, I’ve always kept my writings and scratchings in the iCloud. So it will come as no surprise that my various iPads have gone everywhere with me.

As a touch typist in another life, I’ve always enjoyed the smooth operation of the Apple keyboard. Oh I’ve bought and tried others over the years, especially if they are back lit – being able to sit up in bed in the middle of the night and swiftly type out your latest brainwave is very satisfying. Not so satisfying is waking up DH. He gets a bit grumpy. So backlit keyboards are a must. However, Apple still refuse to make one. Yet their keyboard is my favourite and I keep going back to it.

Now I don’t believe I’ve ever needed a desktop computer. I’ve told many a person this. Especially since being gifted with the iPad Pro. That hasn’t stopped me wanting one though. Every time I go into the Apple store, I ~~drool~~ look over the iMacs and wish hard for one of my very own.

I’ve even had a friend post me a desktop computer that he built for me from the other side of the country. Yes, he built it and posted it. It even has a name. Bruce.

Bruce is gorgeous. He even has LED lighting inside.

Poor Bruce never gets used though. He sits in the corner and gathers dust. It’s got Linux (?) software, but I’ve just never used it.

I know. I’m a criminal. But you see, Bruce isn’t an iMac. Bruce also required an ethernet cable, and the only cable long enough wasn’t. Long enough that is.

So apparently I’m computerist (computer version of racism). Unless it’s an iMac it’s not for me.

So, I have another friend that decided to sell her iMac.

To me.

For $250.00 AUD. Further, allowing me to pay it off.

I know right? I’m crying right now. I no longer owe her any money. I own my iMac, lock, stock and two smoking barrels.

How do I manage to have so many beautiful people in my world? Seriously? I love them all. My friends are the family that I chose to have in my life.

I’m just glad that they also chose me.

So, Husbutt, darling man that he is, has been keeping secrets.

Even more exciting, he's been keeping secrets from me!

I know right? I'm all freaked out because this is something he never does. Well, he never does successfully. Husbutt has the ability to give everything away with a word or a look. He's kind of transparent when it comes to secrets.

So, imagine my surprise when he hands me enough cash to buy, not only an iPad Pro, but an Apple Pencil and the keyboard to go with.

Shut. Up.

I wish he'd taken a photo of my face at the time. I can well imagine the look on my dial. You can be pretty certain it would have been a cross between disbelief and shock. Apart from the standard 'thank you hunny', and the proverbial 'the words thank you just don't seem to be sufficient at this time' – and I assure you, those were the words I said verbatim. Followed pretty closely by, 'I don't know how to process this, I really don't. I also don't seem to be able to find words. Where have all my words gone?" Which was a purely rhetorical question, as I'm fairly sure I didn't expect an answer. Most probably because any answer would have been to much information for my poor, by now, well fried brain to process.

Suffice to say, I'm sitting here in bed, after having played on the iPad solidly for the last 48 hours – yes, okay. There was some sleep in there somewhere, just don't ask how long for or when, as it is another question that will go wanting. Yet this is the first thing that I can type.

I've played.

I've scrutinised.

The App Store has been well and truly plundered.

Colouring is now my new thing.

I still have to login to my two fave games for some playtime.

Yet, I don't care about any of it so long as I can do more stuffing around on my iPad Pro.

Did I mention that it's nearly thirteen inches? Yep. I'm one happy camper. Mwah ahaha ha. Oh, and by the way, the colouring thingy? I never said I was good at it, just that it's my new thang! LOL.

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