CALL IT CRASH OF CALL IT FAIL

I'm on kind of a journey here.  I have a feeling it's gonna be a long rode home for me.  Here's the way it goes.


I'm sorry Mrs. M, your hard drive has failed.  Failed?  How can it possibly fail?  What does that mean, it failed?  I've loved and nurtured it all its life.  I clean it out and de-germ it regularly.  I sing it love songs when I put it to sleep at night.  Failed?  I thought computers were smart?  How could it possibly fail?  What does this mean for my computer?  What does this mean for me?  Well, Mrs. M, I mean, your computer crashed.   Whaa?  What do you mean crashed?  I never even let it drive.  I'm so protective, you don't even know.  I take better care of my computer than my kids.  Was it an accident?  Is crashed the same as failed?  What does this mean for my computer?  What does this mean for me?


It looks here like you just had too much stuff on it.  It's really over doing it having 57,000 pictures in your files.  And it looks like maybe it may have been dropped a few times.  DROPPED!  Those darn kids!  Yep it's pretty banged up.  Look at this ~ and this here ~ and that over there ~ and see how hard it is to open?  Even the magnets in the opening lever have been altered by some kind of accident.  We can give (sell) you a new hard drive but I doubt we can get any of your info back.


I died.  I cried.  I poked my eye out with my bare knuckle.  Then I remembered that I used to listen to talk radio.  Way back before my kids were driving and I spent 90 percent of my awake hours in the car, I signed up for a program called "Carbonite" because some radio talk show host said I should.  He said he did.  He said I'd be sorry if I didn't.  And I just hate to be sorry.  I didn't want any regrets, I'm too old wise for that baloney.  So, I signed up for Carbonite.  It's cheap - like $29.00 per year at the time to back up every single thing on your computer.  It would work silently in the background of my computer and I'd never even know it was there.

Okay then, I have a back-up plan.  I have Carbonite Mr. Apple Guy.  So there.  Am I good to go once you get my new hard drive installed?  "Hiccup".

Two days later, after hugging my new Apple Computer representative from Basics-n-Beyond, and writing a check which would have covered my baby's tuition for college.  Sorry baby, you know, first things first, priorities and all that xoxox.  I took my computer home and started the quest to get my life back.  All of my whole life and wellness living isn't helping me at all.  There is no detox for this.  No Reiki or acupuncture sessions will get me my stuff back.  No herbal wrap, yoga, Thai or even foot love special will return to me my life blood.  My computer info is either gone, or in a jumbled, non recognizable mess.  I have calls in to Carbonite, emails into Carbonite and soon I may have to get on a plane to India, because after talking to many of their representatives,  I think that's where Carbonite is located.  Wait?  Do I have my passport on my computer?  No, I think I have that in real life, so I'm good to go.

Lucky for me, my blog is on the internet so they had it all right there for me.  But my past is gone for now.  Even my Apple settings which I've tweaked to my satisfaction over the past 6 years are back to the original store version.  I'm lost in the wilderness here Granny Smith.  If I had any of your addresses or info it's all gone because I no longer possess an address book.  There will be no Christmas Cards, no emails, no notes of encouragement or sympathy or congratulations.  Know though, that I'm here loving you and praying to all the angels and saints (especially St Anthony, finder of lost things) to bring back my stuff.  Well, the angels, the saints and Carbonite.  It's scary to think how much some of us have come to rely on our computers, isn't it?  It boggles my mind as I try to recover stuff, just how much stuff I didn't even know I had, and that I now find missing.  And how much I miss it.  I'm beginning to realize I may have been too 'plugged in'.  I use my computer to communicate everything now-a-days.  I preserve and memorialize and store my mementos and treasures here.  This is where I write and journal and read.  Oh, woe is me.

Okay my friends, unless you have any advise, miracles you can perform or just want to hold my hand,   I'm back off to the trenches to see if I can do more recovery.  I'm bound and determined to get this thing back on track as if my middle name is 'Bound and Determined'.  That, or else I'm just gonna go take my dogs for a walk on the beach.  Wish me luck.  I'll let you know how it goes and in the meantime remember,  I love you more than all the failed/crashed hard drives people everywhere experience every day.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Blessings,

Tia

P.S.  There are more important things than computers, right?