About three weeks ago, I wrote two posts, with the intention of putting them up on my blog. But the internet wouldn’t let me on. Darn internet! It was late and I was tired, so I gave up, vowing to try again in the morning.
In the morning, the internet still wouldn’t let me on. Same thing that afternoon. Same thing that evening. Picture flared nostrils and you’d be able to pretty much recreate my level of frustration.
Over the ensuing days, the internet would do maddening things like take 3 years to load a page only to have the page come up blank while the status bar smugly proclaimed, “Done!” My favorite was letting me see how many emails I had in my inbox but not letting me open it.
We’re trying to work on patience in our house, but after about a week of this, we’d had enough. We decided to upgrade our internet service and hopefully leave these childish problems behind. But because internet is something we can’t seem to live without in our house, the technician took a week before coming by for the upgrade.
This was sort of like pain relief in childbirth. You break down and finally scream for meds. Then the anesthesiologist takes her sweet time showing up. All the while, you curse her name. But the second she show up with relief in hand you could kiss her hand and name your still unborn baby after them, regardless of gender. Needless to say, when our internet technician finally showed up I wasn’t about to blow the deal by complaining about how long it’d taken him.
The install went beautifully, with the new, quicker internet up and running in no time. However, because irony is funny when you blog about it later, our computer chose that exact moment to break, with our c: drive crashing into bright and fiery (okay, I exaggerate the fiery) death. But it was the c: drive, people. The one with EVERYTHING on it!
So, as seems to be a passage-of-time theme in this post, it’s a week later and we’ve managed to install a new hard drive and are slowly nursing our computer back to life. Those two posts I wrote are gone. As is my entire address book, all my husband’s video edits, and anything else we’d foolishly saved to our hard drive in the past month (thankfully, it hadn’t been any longer since we’d last backed up our c: drive). Now, it’s just a matter of building things back up again. Piece by piece.
And maybe I’ll even get around to re-writing those two lost posts one of these days. In a week, perhaps.
1 comment:
There's a hard-drive-crashing disease that's going around the family. Not a virus, just a disease.
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