Friday, February 27, 2004
I'm heartbroken and weary. I've been feeling drained thanks to the previous few days, and the items of which I've written, and apparently someone has decided to kick me when I down.
I got home last night to find that the wife accidentally sent the checkbook through the washer, since I stupidly left it in my pants pocket. Well, no problem! We'll just order up some new checks on that thar COM-poot'r. So I hit the power button. Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click goes the hard drive.
Uh -oh.
Now....I have 2 hard drives in my system. One is a mealy little 4 or 8 gig drive that came with it orignally. A few years ago, I went out and purchased a 40 gig drive, and had a friend help me install it onto the system. It sat side by side the smaller drive. Apparently the system is booting off of the smaller drive, but I seem to remember checking free space,and finding that I had plenty of it, implying that the C: drive was the newer drive.
My ultimate fear is that all of the pictures are lost forever. All of the sorting, and filing and naming all for nought. Pictures of the two younger girls as babies, or birthdays or whatever. All gone, unless they're safely tucked away on the larger hard drive. It won't boot up in safe mode....it just keeps asking for me to insert a bootable media into the appropriate drive. Without a computer at home, it's going to be damn near impossible to do updates, so I apologize to my readers. If and when I'm able to get it back up and going....we'll be right back on track.
Oh, and that wasn't even the end of the day.
The living room was covered in popcorn and cheerios bits, since Anna decided she needed a snack. So I decided to vacuum. Unbeknownest to me, she had taken down my necklace (a silver cross that contained a small amount of my mother's ashes) and put it under the couch. When the vacuum passwed over the necklace part, it sucked it up, and broke the necklace itself. Sigh.
And then.....and THEN!!! It turns out that the power button on the TV is broken. Add that to the new tires I need to purchase for the van, and the strife at work, and at the synogogue....
I keep hearing the echo of my elders when I think to myself "We just can't have nice things."
I know. I know. Things could be worse. We still have our health, and we have each other. But I think I could really use a break, and I think it's time to generate some good karma. Or get drunk. One of the two.
I got home last night to find that the wife accidentally sent the checkbook through the washer, since I stupidly left it in my pants pocket. Well, no problem! We'll just order up some new checks on that thar COM-poot'r. So I hit the power button. Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click goes the hard drive.
Uh -oh.
Now....I have 2 hard drives in my system. One is a mealy little 4 or 8 gig drive that came with it orignally. A few years ago, I went out and purchased a 40 gig drive, and had a friend help me install it onto the system. It sat side by side the smaller drive. Apparently the system is booting off of the smaller drive, but I seem to remember checking free space,and finding that I had plenty of it, implying that the C: drive was the newer drive.
My ultimate fear is that all of the pictures are lost forever. All of the sorting, and filing and naming all for nought. Pictures of the two younger girls as babies, or birthdays or whatever. All gone, unless they're safely tucked away on the larger hard drive. It won't boot up in safe mode....it just keeps asking for me to insert a bootable media into the appropriate drive. Without a computer at home, it's going to be damn near impossible to do updates, so I apologize to my readers. If and when I'm able to get it back up and going....we'll be right back on track.
Oh, and that wasn't even the end of the day.
The living room was covered in popcorn and cheerios bits, since Anna decided she needed a snack. So I decided to vacuum. Unbeknownest to me, she had taken down my necklace (a silver cross that contained a small amount of my mother's ashes) and put it under the couch. When the vacuum passwed over the necklace part, it sucked it up, and broke the necklace itself. Sigh.
And then.....and THEN!!! It turns out that the power button on the TV is broken. Add that to the new tires I need to purchase for the van, and the strife at work, and at the synogogue....
I keep hearing the echo of my elders when I think to myself "We just can't have nice things."
I know. I know. Things could be worse. We still have our health, and we have each other. But I think I could really use a break, and I think it's time to generate some good karma. Or get drunk. One of the two.
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