And it's a whole mess less than I need to know with this new-fangled computer that I now have to work with. I hadn't mastered the 11 year old one it replaces, and learning even some of it's potential will effectively double the length of my to-do list.
Trouble is, I have this unfortunate concept of myself as being challenged technically. And what do my sons install on my car for Christmas? A remote starter! (Another "owner's manual".) Now I have to deal with two remotes on my key-chain, remember to start it BEFORE I put my coat on to go somewhere, and quiet my conservative conscience that says "it's wasting gas, and if you always turn right and uphill from home, it's all warmed up nicely in 3.79 minutes." I dearly love the dudes for gifting me thus, but it's one more manual to read and understand.
The computer doesn't come with much of a manual, and come to think of it, I tossed it in the big packing box which is now hanging out in the shed with my tires. Better retrieve it so it can taunt me from my reading pile.
Ran across some old photos of Maui recently, and sighed.....
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