If you’ve ever wondered just how attached you are to technology, I now know. I was without a computer all weekend. From about 2:00 pm last Friday afternoon until 11:00 a.m. yesterday morning. Whew! It wasn’t easy.
Don’t panic. The doctor’s not for me. It was for my Mac. It had a pretty serious boo-boo. Thought it was a goner, for sure, to tell you the truth. Out of the blue one day it stopped backing up to my external hard drive. Called the tech expert who spent several hours trying to figure out what the problem
was. After several attempts, his diagnosis was a corrupted hard drive.
In most laptops it’s not a huge problem. The hard drive can be replaced. Not so with a Macbook Air. He (techie) suggested I go to the Apple Store for a second opinion. They confirmed it and it looked like I was going to have to fork over the bucks for a new laptop.
Until my wonderful techie did some research and figured out the hard drive could, in fact, be replaced. But he’d have to get the replacement from the U.S. Even with the exchange and shipping costs it would still cost a mere fraction of what a new computer would.
And beside the point, I like my computer. We’ve logged a lot of miles together and I’m attached to it. Didn’t want to have to start all over, getting to know a new one, figuring out how we were going to work together. Hoping against hope we’d get along.
You understand, don’t you?
Anyway, it was a very strange weekend. I can’t tell you how many times I went to sit down in my favourite writing spot, only to find a blank space where my Air should have been. I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself.
A friend suggested I charge up my old iPad, just so I’d have something other than my little iPhone to play with. But I decided the rest might do me good. Psychologically if nothing else. I wanted to see if I could master my addiction or my addiction was going to control me. Surely, I could live without a computer for a few days. It’s not like I had a pressing work deadline.
Friday afternoon and evening were the worst, I must admit. I really was bereft. Lost. Rudderless. I felt as if part of me was missing. It’s true, part of me was.
Saturday came and went with virtually no withdrawal symptoms and I was fine Sunday, until about dinner time. By then I was back in longing mode. Time was standing still. My fingertips were itching for the keyboard. And I was feeling a bit queasy,
hoping praying the ‘transplant’ was a success and the patient was recovering nicely.
Monday morning really dragged on until Jenson (saviour) arrived with my baby.
All’s well, I’m happy to report. My buddy and I are back together again. Re-united. By each other’s side, where we belong.
(big sigh of relief)
My Air not only has a new hard drive, the operating system’s been upgraded to Yosemite, the very latest. And I didn’t have to do it, which is great, because whenever I try to do that stuff it’s a disaster. That’s (Yosemite) going to take a bit of getting used to, some functions are quite different. I may book a tutorial at the Apple Store to avoid frustration and subsequent temper tantrums.
Punching my recently-repaired computer in the gut because I can’t figure out where to find stuff just doesn’t seem like a good idea to me.