So…yesterday was my birthday. I got up happy, quickly checked email, made coffee and read. Then went back to check email…my desk top computer was dead.
I. Mean. Dead.
I was dumbfounded, trying not to panic, and wondering why this year is just freaking endlessly hard. And even more curious, why is it that every single time I have a plan, an all-day plan to work on Linc’s book, something happens? But shaking off the pity party, I’m thinking, hmm, it’s not a blue screen, in fact, it’s nothing. This isn’t a virus it’s a hardware issue.
BLB came downstairs, and I told him what was going on. “After you have your coffee and whatever, can you help me get to the power cords?” They are behind a billion pound desk so access is difficult. I was hoping something was jarred loose, or we’d just get lucky.
Always calm BLB said, “Sure, Mom. But more importantly, Happy Birthday and what do you want from Starbucks?”
That stopped my worry. “You’re going to Starbucks?”
He grinned, and spoke slowly so I could follow along. “Yep. To get us coffees for your birthday. What would you like?”
I nearly cried. Such a little thing that made me incredibly happy. This kind of little gestures and thoughtfulness touch me deeply from my kids.
After that, BLB worked on the computer, calling his techie friends and determining it was the power source thing inside the hard drive tower. When Wizard came home, he and BLB conferred and agreed. Then Wizard put the hard drive in the trunk, took me to dinner, then took the hard drive to Best Buy to have the power source thingie replace. He and BLB probably could have done it, but this was simple, faster and pretty inexpensive.
As I’m quickly typing this up on my laptop, Wizard is hooking up the computer and backing up everything of his. I had my books backed up, but not some photos and misc. stuff. I will do that ASAP. All is well in the kingdom again. It was a nice day otherwise, my kids sent flowers, everyone is being lovely. And Wizard has a party planned this weekend. I didn’t want all this fuss, but why would Wizard start listening to me now?
Now for a totally random subject change: When my oldest son, CPA boy, goes into the office on the weekend to catch up, Bailey gets to go with him. Bailey loves it and works hard to keep his position as Weekend Worker Dog (see picture of how hard he words below). Sometimes there’s other people in the office to, then Bailey can be found curled up on their laps. That dog is spoiled!
Hope you all have a great weekend! And today, Friday, I am working on Linc’s book!