Computer crisis.

Saturday morning, we awoke to a dead computer. There was a lot of cursing and gnashing of teeth and general poor dispositions for a couple of hours. I’m really trying to avoid making us sound like crotchety old men. But we are. And it’s finals week and Richard really needs to be able to get online. (He is teaching an online class this quarter.)

Finally, reaching desperation, I pulled our old computer downstairs and jump-started the poor dude. He coughed and sputtered and gave weak signs of life. We instantly remembered why we bought a new computer. There were vultures gathering outside the window, waiting for the old plastic box with Intel inside to take its last breath. But with some mechanical nursing, good thoughts and a nearby sledgehammer, our Vaio beat the odds and returned to the living: the very slow living. And Richard didn’t have to drive the 33 miles for our house to the college every day this week. He could curse from home!

But for all the unpleasantries, there has been a silver lining. All my genealogy crap is on the old computer that we just brought back to life. I was unable to transfer it to the new computer when we did the switch-over. (Hence the old computer has not been recycled, as I knew new technology was coming.) And, maybe the new technology to use to move the data to a new home on whatever computer we end up with, has come. (Our current ‘new’ computer is at the local geekery. I believe he is in ICU. But if he pulls through, we may keep him for a while.) So, that is good.

Second, I found some great pictures I had forgotten about.