It begins with a change in the weather. We find ourselves looking back at the cooler, drier days when we could drive down the highway and not have to look through swishing wipers and water patterns forming on the windshield. Don’t even think about the possibilities of the little creek bed meandering beside the road overflowing its banks with roils of brown, evil looking run-off from the barren hills where we once had forests.
We think we can handle it – after all, we know we need the rain to clear the air, and brighten the greenery growing all around us. We are able to make things work out and then the time change comes upon us. We had to change our clocks and move the dial up an hour. Does that mean we lost that hour — and will get it back in the fall? Or did we gain an extra hour for sleeping — and will lose that hour of sleep in the fall?
Does it really matter right now which explanation we use? We simply have to follow along with everyone else in California and change all the clocks that are around the house that are not somehow connected to the ether — where computer gurus have somehow programmed our upgrades in life to automatically anticipate the change.
Maybe that is the problem with the old laptop. It was working very well on its trip out of town this weekend. It picked up Wi-Fi signals in all the places it had to and then it came home on Sunday afternoon. For awhile it recognized that it was home and made all its connections so that bank accounts and emails could be checked. Maybe it received a hiccup message on its automatic updates (it is a older version, after all). But suddenly it no longer knew it was home. Neither did it recognize any of the standard signals in the neighborhood. It required a visit to the App Store and a purchase of an upgrade to connect to the home Wi-Fi! How? you say? During a phone call the solution was explained.
What matter of wiring that was required would have made a normal person scream, if not squirm and hire a nerd to come help. The laptop’s “hospital” visit required an additional hook-up directly to the modem through bright yellow “telephone” connections. Now it is sitting precariously on a small shelf getting its intravenous, overnight feeding of a slowly dripping download of 6.19 gigabytes (scheduled for at least 20 hours).
Not knowing how the laptop is feeling about this, but sure that it is as puzzled as this writer as to what is happening to its innards – it has been decided that some kind of company may be appreciated – at least until bedtime. And since Examiner had already reminded this writer that there had been a period of 2 weeks since the last submission (now an additional week plus) – we are sitting together for the time being. Mac on a tiny shelf and me in a comfy office chair.
Where’s the nostalgia, you may ask. Remembering how we used to be able to reboot a computer to an earlier date so that all the mistaken changes would be forgotten as if they never happened. Remembering how computers were fun to discover new things about them. (Now, we are almost afraid to “mess around” and lose important connections or data). Remembering how we understood our machines and felt if they did have a personality (like your car, maybe) – that the personality was friendly and cooperative… and looking out for your welfare.
Yep – them were good ole days – and they weren’t all that long ago, either.