the center cannot hold. at least when it comes to mac hard drives.
yesterday I went to start up my ibook and it didn't want to work. I tried a variety of tricks, called apple, called my son--all to no avail. now it's at machospital but the prognosis is not good. (I am typing this from jim's pc)
as these things do, it happened out of nowhere. I'd turned off mac the night before because I'd read it's better for the environment to do so, rather than let it sleep. I had a busy Sunday morning so, uncharacteristically, I didn't even try to log on until the afternoon.
and then I couldn't. I won't go into the tedious details of my phone calls with tech support. I only want to record my grief. I may never get to work and play with lil white mac again. and that makes me sad.
not to mention--this is astounding--I discovered that buying a jump drive and misplacing it is not an adequate method of backing up files! one actually has to take the drive out of its plastic wrapping and insert it into the computer. well, excuuuuuse me! I hadn't done that. (I thought I paid for some mac plan backup thing. but apparently it has expired.)
never mind. I have other back ups for some stuff and I can probably retrieve my files somehow. but I'm still sad. I hate when things break. I get nervous and worried. I can't afford a new computer. what happens if Henrietta Honda comes down with something? she's never been ill a day in her life, but she's getting up there in age. (what is the ratio of car to people years, anyway?)
what about my HVAC system? my roof? my dishwasher, microwave, refrigerator, washer, drier? what about the paint the house needs? what about the price of gas?
I was thinking all this in the parking lot of the computer place today when I looked up and saw a woman in a wheelchair. I knew right then I should shut the f up. I can walk; I can work. I have a decent job, live in a warm place: I'm fine.
and I'm grateful for all I have.
so I started to list everything for which I am grateful and it took me all the way home.