bygones

Honestly, I don't even know where to start. The world is my oyster, so they say.

Okay, I confess, I don't even know what that really means.

What should I write about today?

I guess I could tell you all about my last 2.4 weeks dealing with Apple and their incredible ineptness that ultimately landed me a brand-spanking new iMac.

Which is wicked.

I feel as though I may have tweeted and facebooked that to death though so I hesitate. I do have the nutshell version. Anyone interested?

Oh all right, I'm here to please.

In a nutshell. Computer broke on a Tuesday. The next Thursday we took it for surgery. DAY surgery. Two weeks, 37 phone calls, and one angry Catherine who took her teeth off her tongue later, the man picked up my new baby. Who also happened to have all the material on it the last computer had.

See this was the problem. The actual problem. I can deal with a busted computer. But all the stuff on it? All the stuff that we were told was most likely going to cost a fortune to retrieve, if it was even possible.

And this is also where the nutshell cracks and is thrown out.

I learned a valuable lesson over the last couple of weeks.

Back up your stuff. Back it up.

Every now and then I get the feeling as though something 'tragic' is going to happen. I believe that particular feeling comes from 'tragic' things happening to me on occasion.

And by 'tragic' I mean mildly annoying and hugely inconvenient.

For example: leaky roofs. Tight fitting jeans. A truck with no brakes. Losing 8000 songs on iTunes. A broken computer.

So....when I feel like it might be time to back up a 5 year old computer and I ignore that feeling then I am not surprised when I lose it all because, like I said before, that's how I roll. How else would I be able to entertain the masses? It's all about the tragedy.

Losing all the stuff that was on that broken computer really would have been a tragedy though. And I doubt very much I would have been able to write about that with any sense of humour, as remote as it may be. So, let's be grateful that didn't happen, shall we?

Remember when my baby was born and I took a million pictures and put them on my computer and then didn't back them up? Remember her teeth and her tangly hair? Remember when I took the kids camping and took a million pictures so the man could see how sweet his kids were and then I put them on the computer and didn't back them up? Remember when I wrote a book? And then didn't back it up?

No?

Well I do. And I almost lost it all because I'm lazy.

Excuse me while a take a moment to count my lucky stars it was all salvaged from a dead, unsalvageable computer.

5374, 5375, 5376......this could take all day. I have a lot of lucky stars. Who knew?

So, in another nutshell, when all was said and done, and as irritating as it was to deal with people who know nothing about everything at the Apple store, I am sitting here in the same life I had before, only better because my computer is way upgraded (all for free to boot) and nothing was lost and I can totally let bygones be bygones. I mean, really, who has the time to be upset about every little thing? Well, I had the time because my kids are in school all day and I didn't have a computer for two weeks and I even had to write my thoughts on paper. With a pen. Like a caveman. But, I'm letting it go. All done. Hands washed of all frustration and upset and worry about lost computer contents.

Oh mercy, let's move on.

Anyway, over the last two weeks I have taken many notes on all the funny and otherwise noteworthy things that have happened in my life. I could write about one of those.

And I will. But not now.

Today I hug and kiss my book and look at pictures of my babies......



....because I can.

Here is a little snippet of our lovely, quiet Christmas.







Ain't life grand?