Tabula Rosa

Slightly less than three years ago I wrote this post about the death of my laptop. It came close on the heels of some of my best writing which was, unfortunately, about the death of my mother. Well, I’m not sure what it is about MacBooks but they seem to have a life span- with hard use, lots of airplane travel, cat fur all down in the keyboard and a couple of slip/drops- of just under three years. Hurrah for the three year extended warranty program. 

The monitor on mine went black and then it started making ominous noises that clearly fell under the heading of computer death rattle so I called up my trusty customer support person and held up the phone and he promptly mailed out a pre-paid box. He was quite certain it was the logic board so he wrote a note in the service record DO NOT ERASE THE HARD DRIVE. Cuz, you know, unlike you, I don’t think to back up my life until everything goes dark and then it’s too late. Well, those service people did not erase my hard drive. Nosiree. They just took it out and threw it in a dumpster in Niagara, Ontario, along with my logic board and the fan that takes care of hot flashes. So, that was it. I was disappeared. Gone. No identity, no pictures of my beautiful home in Asheville and of course, no memory of any user name/password combination ( and we’ve discussed previously how  3 user names and 3 passwords equals 4867 possibilities.) No investment accounts, no ongoing scrabble games (which I was winning, for a change) and no BLOG. 

Further exploration led to the discovery that I also had no software to speak of, other than that little puzzle where you move around the  pieces trying to make an Apple. I called customer support again and asked them what I was supposed to do for say, writing documents, and a woman on the other side of the world asked me, “You are veddy sure you had a process worder already in you former computer?” New fan or no, I started getting hot and it took considerable restraint to not get sassy, as in, “No bitch, all I did was play the Apple puzzle for the past three years. Yes, I’m veddy sure.”

But I didn’t, because it’s a clean slate around here. I’m going to be an all new person: kind, patient, faithful and loving. Beautiful, too, with skin that tans nicely and a slim, trim youthful figure. Not like some middle aged person who weighs three pounds less than when she gave birth to a nine pound baby, with stitches sticking out the side of her neck, ala Frankenstein’s mistress.

(A little aside on the neck: all is well because it almost always is with basal cell cancer. It merely maims rather than kills. And I have complete confidence in my wonderful dermatologist who sews like a dream. He told me that the stitches would dissolve of their own accord but I could come back in a week and have them taken out for comfort’s sake. What? Spend 30.00 co-pay for the sake of comfort when nature could take it’s course for free? Nonsense! Anyway, I must of missed the part where he said they decompose at the same rate as bituminous coal because now they are just sort of a random frayed mess snagging against every shirt, sweater and towel. Wheezer, the screech owl, is eyeballing them in a way that makes me nervous.)

So, back on the phone with Ms. Pakistan, I was polite and asked to please speak with her supervisor and there was some clicking and muzak and then Michael in Austin, Texas came on the line, asked me my address and said he would send out iLife and iWorks pronto, no charge. So it pays to be polite.

Other than practicing my manners for my new persona and trying to remember the name of my kindergarten teacher or the maiden name of my first pet, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in wool. And loving it. I’ve been helping to tend the BOP (Birds of Prey, for the one of you who is not a bird person) down at the nature preserve and I also started up a Saturday morning “Creature Feature” at the education center there. I get out the lovely red rat snake or the giant king snake and a turtle or two and entertain educate the visitors, much as I do at Animal of the Hour back at the zoo in Chicago. This Saturday I’ll have Wheezer out on the glove for a while unless she’s too intent on her cage mate, Stretch. It’s that season and I noticed she’s shredding up the twine on her perch in her nesting box.

I’ve been missing you, so I’ll come by now and see what’s new.

photo-3(You know that knitting has taken over your life when you look at your cat and think about all of that perfectly good fiber going to waste…)

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15 responses to “Tabula Rosa

  1. Welcome back to blogosphere. You always make me laugh. I love your descriptive phrases. I am so sorry you lost all your pictures and stories. At least you can reclaim some from here. By Nature Center, do you mean Boyd Hill?

  2. I’m sorry about your computer troubles. Too bad they can’t do surgery (like on your neck) and make it all well again!

  3. Please. Don’t. Knit. The. Cat.
    xo

  4. Ah, so that’s how your hard drive ended up in a dumpster in Niagara. I feel much better knowing there’s a logical explanation.

    And fortunately, glimmers of beta-Vicki still show through coating of sweetness and light. Which is a good thing, because otherwise your posse would have to come down to Florida and smack some sense into you.

  5. I’m impressed with your self-restraint because, personally, I was cheered up immensely at the thought of your actually answering with the sarcastic, bitchy comments. But, I guess that’s probably not a good example of the kind and generous nature of my personality.

    Reminds me though that I REALLY need to get my external drive working again so I can back up all my stuff again. My computers been whining that it’s been like 80 days or something since I back up. Picky. Picky.

  6. I look at a cat and think of all the perfectly good oxygen going to waste.

    Glad you are back!
    Sorry about the computer thing.

  7. I have the utmost sympathy for you and your hard drive tale of woe.

    But I am so happy to see you back! Sounds like you are as busy as usual. Good luck with that whole “new person” plan. And show us some pictures of your knitting creations!

    How is Rich? How are Abby and Mischa and Dan?

  8. I’m also so glad to see a post here, vicki. I’ve missed your humor. Now I’m going to have to back up my hard-drive. I have been putting it off, but I noticed just the other I have close to 5000 photos on my new-ish computer. It would be such a shame to lose some of them (wouldn’t it be nice if a crash would just delete the things we want deleted and organize the rest?).

  9. I’m looking for a book called “backing up your mac documents for dummies”. If I can’t find one I will make John write one. xoxoxomichelle

  10. With a Furminator, you could probably harvest enough cat hair to make up a smallish skein – I think I’d blend it with something, though. I bet it’d go real nice with alpaca.

    Thanks for stopping by! To answer your question, knitting content is over at ifzijax.blogspot.com/ .

  11. Oh dear dawg. THAT’S what happened. Frantically writing a note to myself to do a serious backup. Because I haven’t done one since the last time I had a major problem. ACK.

  12. Please. Knit. The. Cat.

    (Not the whole cat, just some of her fur. ‘Cuz if it works, I’m really going to have to learn how to knit.)

  13. Wow! Miss Sophie has lost her color…. ; )
    If I were closer we could snap those sutures out pronto… and for free! I work cheap!

  14. Oh, btw…. try getting a Seagate FreeAgent external disk drive…. 1 TB or even 1.5 TB… buynow.com has them for 188… it is formatted for Mac and works with the Time Machine built in the Mac.. it automatically backs up your hard drive several times a day with no fuss, no muss, no work for you. And you can be using the Mac at the same time. A great investment!

    Let’s see, the one I got was an ST315005FJA105-RK… 1.5 TB

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