Matilda: 1998-2006
My mom bought me a new laptop, a PC, two years ago, but I've never been able to part with Matilda, the first-generation iMac I bought for myself the year I graduated from college. Matilda replaced the Color Classic that got me through my undergraduate days, which like the iMac, was already outdated by the time I bought it.
Now that we're moving I was forced to face the truth: Matilda must be reformatted and then donated.
As I perused Matilda's contents, I came across several old letters I had written to Mari in 1995-1996 (apparently I had also transferred these from the old Color Classic). Here are a few choice excerpts:
"I really want you to come visit me if you ever have a long weekend or anything. I like my room a lot this year. We have our own bathroom that we share with suit mates. That’s pretty cool, except that they keeping coming to use the restroom while we’re in the shower--gross! I think one took a dump while I was in there today because she was in there forever and I was stuck in the shower waiting for her to leave." [Damn those dirty suit mates!]
"How are you? Things here are kinda shitty, but anything is better than last year. Last night Ex and I got into this HUGE argument (on the never-speak-again scale), and we ended up in this deserted parking lot outside of my dorm w/ both of us crying. I hadn’t seen that one for a while! I’m getting to the point where I seriously think Ex and I should just be friends, and I should go for ERIC! He’s just so wonderful." [Note: Ex and I would continue down that path for three more long miserable years. ERIC! was a friend of Ex's. Obviously, it didn't work out.]
"Guess what? Lynda said she’s not surprised David asked me if he had a chance w/ me b/c I was really flirty when he was here ... Kinda sucks, huh? Now, I’m going to have to watch every move I make around David b/c who knows how he’ll take it!" [And David? Also a friend of Ex's.]
Um, yeah. Cringe, indeed.
Once I duly transferred the contents of all of these insipid little notes as well as some old pictures and a handful of writing samples, I reformatted Matilda for her new owner, an older woman in need of a Mac for email and iPhoto (believe it or not, it works on that old thing) whose daughter I found on Freecycle. When Yan returned from the gym, I announced proudly what I had been up to. And then I almost started to cry. Matilda was no longer Matilda but a blank slate ready for her new life.
And the PC? Well, you just can't name a PC.