Wired

My life these days is largely organized on my computer. That’s not to say that I have an organized life. But I have a great many important things stored in various folders on my hard drive. All our family photos since Lij was born, our budget, all Alexander and my creative writing endeavors (of which there are not a few). These things and many others are tucked safely away in my computer’s memory.

Safe that is until one Monday morning, my computer started making this weird buzz/beep sound. High pitched, fast and nary a geek squad car in sight. After several failed attempts to start said computer, I gave up the fight, instead leaving a desperate message on Alexander’s work phone – complete with computer noise and a plea to call me and tell me what was wrong.

There was really nothing Alexander could do from his comfortable office chair, so I was forced to wait. In the meantime, I was able to start the computer, but left it alone all day for fear of making the problem – whatever it was – worse. Unable to replicate the morning’s noise at night, Alexander had to content himself with backing up our hard drive as a “solution” to the problem – whatever it was.

Now our precious family memories and important stuff is safe, but I still felt like I need to treat the computer with kid gloves. I barely touched the thing Monday and just slightly more on Tuesday. Today, being Wednesday, has me a little more comfortable with exercising the keyboard and the RAM. I am posting again after all. But the whole experience reminds me a little too much of my last car. Really dependable until it died in the most horrible (and expensive) way possible in the most inconvenient place at the most inconvenient time.

And so I post, but nothing fancy. No pictures. No links. Just crossed fingers that we won’t be sans computer in the near future. (It is pretty much my last link to the outside world, after all).