Getting to Know My New Friend

So, I’ve had my shiny new MacBook for about two weeks now and I confess that the relationship is developing with far more ease and grace than I expected. I was right to be afraid. This cute little package of bouncy icons entices me like Circe into a whole new world.
So far, I am resisting as much as humanly possible. I confine myself only to using the Safari Web browser and the three Office programs I need for my work. I have not yet clicked the Garage Band icon, although I am longing to. I have also resisted with remarkable strength of character the Photo Booth, the iPhoto and, most especially, the iMovie. And forget about the Time Machine. I don’t want to know.
I do not want to be seduced. I will use the MacBook to update my PC book and then that will be it.
Except already I find myself choosing my little white MacBook instead of my red Sony Vaio laptop when I just need to surf the ‘net or write one of these blogs or work on my novel. In other words, I’m already using the Mac for things other than work.
I expected to find the transition from Mac to PC more challenging than it has been. But really, the most challenging thing I’ve discovered so far is that I must click an icon in the upper left of the screen instead of the upper right of the screen to close a window.  Also, I have to use the Command key instead of the Ctrl key to access keystroke commands—but hey, that’s not exactly rocket science.
A big plus with the new MacBook is the very smooth, efficient, and surprisingly accurate keyboard action. I can type at a fairly brisk pace and for some reason the typos are kept to a minimum. On my PC keyboards—desktop or laptop, doesn’t matter—I make a mistake in just about every other word. But on the MacBook I seem to be able to type sentence after sentence with perfect accuracy. It’s kind of spooky.
My laptop PC also has the annoying habit of jumping lines while I’m typing. If I don’t watch, the letters I’m typing end up three lines up. That tendency can become very annoying very quickly. So far, the MacBook has remained extremely well behaved. Letter follows letter with docile regularity. I can type as fast as I want for as long as I want with my eyes shut tight if I care to and when I open them, the letters are all in exactly the right places.
I am definitely in danger of becoming a cross-over Mac user. Yesterday, I was actually telling a friend that she should consider buying a MacBook instead of a PC laptop for her first computer. Even with the higher cost, I assured her, the product is a better one.
Oh no! I sound like one of those annoying Mac users—smugly sure of the superiority of their chosen product. How could that happen in just two weeks?
But it has.

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