Yearly update.
The Sager is a Dream Machine. Granted, my favorite games are older (2004, 2008, 2011) so this computer can handle them with ease. Still, I like them heavily modded and graphics settings maxed, which could cause problems on a weaker laptop.
My mother-in-law passed away last week. She was the type of person you couldn't take advantage of, not because she was wary or suspicious, but because she'd recognize what someone was doing, and help them anyway. She said God knows why people do things, and He'd sort it out. I've never met anyone as generous as she was, as thoughtful, or as good a cook. I won her over quite accidentally when dating her son. She overheard me saying her biscuits were better than most people's cakes. And they were.
Ollie was 14th of 17 children, daughter of an alcoholic father. She literally went to bed hungry sometimes; I think that's why she wanted to be sure everyone had plenty to eat. I asked her once about her education. Due to her circumstances, I'd assumed she'd had to drop out of high school. Wrong. She left school at age nine, to work and bring in a little money for the family. You'd never have known that. Ollie was very intelligent and had managed to educate herself. She loved learning and passed that on to her children.
Ollie had four children, my husband the oldest, and 15 months later, his sister. 18 months later, she was in labor again. the doctor asked Bill, her husband, if he wanted a boy or a girl. As he already had one of each, he didn't care. Out came the nurse with a baby girl. "Here's your girl," said the doctor. Out came another nurse. "And here's your boy. Maybe next time, you'll make up your mind."
This isn't the kind of thing I normally post for strangers. I think it's part of my grieving process. I miss her. She lived with us a few years, before her failing health, both physical and mental, made it impossible. Two days before her death, her mind cleared up completely; she knew, she remembered, she was herself. My husband did something he doesn't do: he took a few days off work to be with her. She passed away with him at her side. He'd called us to come to the hospital, as she wasn't doing well. A few minutes later, he called and said there was no need to hurry, she was dead. My husband can be so blunt at times.
She was buried in the National Cemetary downtown, with the husband she'd missed for six years. Bill had been a Marine. Maybe I'll tell a bit about him sometime. He was also extraordinary.
My mother-in-law passed away last week. She was the type of person you couldn't take advantage of, not because she was wary or suspicious, but because she'd recognize what someone was doing, and help them anyway. She said God knows why people do things, and He'd sort it out. I've never met anyone as generous as she was, as thoughtful, or as good a cook. I won her over quite accidentally when dating her son. She overheard me saying her biscuits were better than most people's cakes. And they were.
Ollie was 14th of 17 children, daughter of an alcoholic father. She literally went to bed hungry sometimes; I think that's why she wanted to be sure everyone had plenty to eat. I asked her once about her education. Due to her circumstances, I'd assumed she'd had to drop out of high school. Wrong. She left school at age nine, to work and bring in a little money for the family. You'd never have known that. Ollie was very intelligent and had managed to educate herself. She loved learning and passed that on to her children.
Ollie had four children, my husband the oldest, and 15 months later, his sister. 18 months later, she was in labor again. the doctor asked Bill, her husband, if he wanted a boy or a girl. As he already had one of each, he didn't care. Out came the nurse with a baby girl. "Here's your girl," said the doctor. Out came another nurse. "And here's your boy. Maybe next time, you'll make up your mind."
This isn't the kind of thing I normally post for strangers. I think it's part of my grieving process. I miss her. She lived with us a few years, before her failing health, both physical and mental, made it impossible. Two days before her death, her mind cleared up completely; she knew, she remembered, she was herself. My husband did something he doesn't do: he took a few days off work to be with her. She passed away with him at her side. He'd called us to come to the hospital, as she wasn't doing well. A few minutes later, he called and said there was no need to hurry, she was dead. My husband can be so blunt at times.
She was buried in the National Cemetary downtown, with the husband she'd missed for six years. Bill had been a Marine. Maybe I'll tell a bit about him sometime. He was also extraordinary.