Spring has sprung, despite a dead computer and a lingering case of viral pneumonia. I know: this is stale news. Believe me, I know.
Frankly, I am spoiled. Not a whole lot of rain falls into my life, especially since I became a grown-up, somewhere around 40 years of age. Since then, life has been surprisingly balanced and happy. (We won’t discuss the first 40 years right now.) I’ve also been blessed with good health. Other than my annual physical and a few spots of basel cell carcinoma, I literally haven’t been to the doctor’s office in ten years. Until, that is, a week ago when I went to get the prognosis on this crud. She said 2-3 weeks of fatigue and croup-like coughing. This was okay news since I was already a week into it and now it’s a week later so I figure I’m in the final few days. Good, yes?
Back at the Apple hospital the prognosis was not so good; still no logic board to be found and I admit it: I broke down and croaked and sobbed through my tale of lost records, email and even my connection with the outside world via my blog neighbors. What did they do? They sent me a brand new MacBook Pro. Now I feel embarrassed that I got rewarded for blubbering but I’m still really happy. They also sent back the old one and tomorrow the family computer geek is coming over to move all my records and then I’ll be good again. Photos, music, links and bookmarks. Addresses and email. Rumored to be at the speed of light or nearly so. Oh- and there’s a little camera built in. If Mr. Rhett had a camera he and Sophie could visit…
The bottom line is I’ve been dragging the last 6 weeks and I’m losing patience with it myself so here’s the plan: Tomorrow I will be up and running. I have not so many appointments and weather and energy permitting, I’ll be able to spend some time in the garden with my peeps.