I got into bed last night, pulled the ancient and heavy, yet familiar and comfortable, Toshiba onto my lab and pressed the power button.
I was greeted with an error message, asking me how I would like to restart the computer. Hmmm, good question, considering that last time I shut it down it hadn't seemed to have any problems. Well, let's just try regular.
Not good.
After about 30 seconds of "thinking" about starting Windows, it instead gave me a blue screen - the blue screen of death. Something about internal memory being wiped?
That didn't sound good.
So, I turned it off and tried again.
Error message - let's try "start with last safe mode" this time.
Again, 30 seconds of "let's give Bethany false hope", and again, the blue screen of death.
Fiddlesticks.
I was just bragging about how proud I was of that computer. Six years old, heavy as sin, but still going strong. I just had to spend $40 to fix the disk drive - because it wouldn't read disks anymore - but it was a perfect computer for Canaan to play games on, now that Andy is gone and took the "good" laptop. (that is a very loose definition of good - since we both hate the HP and will never buy another one. It is just smaller, and newer, so gets the label of "good").
That Toshiba has been through a lot with us. Andy bought it right before his year long tour in Korea, and it was our main form of communication. It didn't have a built in webcam, few did at that time, but it was Skype ready and a free standing webcam was easy to find, so he got to watch Canaan, and my belly, grow on that computer screen.
Just eight months after he got home from Korea he took it with him to Iraq, and once again, that web cam was the connection between us. He wrote dozens of E-mails, (all of which are saved to my E-mail "Andy" folder. Every single one.) He watched movies, and reorganized his music collection so that his I-pod would be easier to navigate. All on that Toshiba.
It has played a huge part in Canaan learning his alphabet and how to use those letters to make words; how to count, then use those numbers to add, subtract and multiply. Many games have come and gone through the years. He has recently become addicted to "Age of Empires", and had claimed the Toshiba as his.
But I kept borrowing it.
For the first three years that I blogged, I ALWAYS sat at this desk, typing on my Mac. I have only gotten lazy in the last several months. But, oh, how I have enjoyed being lazy. It is so comfortable to sit in bed and blog, rather than sit at a desk at one in the morning! But it seems my days of comfort are over.
Back to the workhouse, or at least the wooden chair, I go. Woe is me.
A servant of Jesus Christ, military wife, homeschool mom, talking about a little bit of everything. Joy, Pain, Fear, Faith, and the learning that happens every day.
Who writes this stuff?
- Andysbethy
- I try to keep my priorities in order: Jesus, my Andy, our children, everything else. I homeschool our boys, love to read almost all written words and have been challenged by the military life for 18 years. Right now my faulty human body is demanding a lot of attention. One day at a time, learning as much as possible every day and remembering to look for JOY when other things threaten to overwhelm.
My Blog Title Verse
"For the Lord gives wisdom. From His mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6 NKJV
The Message translation puts it this way "God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding."
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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Our desk top is tettering on the edge of a spectacular meltdown any day now. I will miss it. We got it right after starting our adoption process so its funny the memories I have associated with it. Requesting my birth cert from Georgia 4 times because they kept forgetting to put a REAL signature on it. Tracking down all of our birth certs and marriage license and ordering them. The first picutes of MM emailed to us to see her sweet face. The search for baby names. Adoption boards to keep up with the latest. So many little memories tied up in a hunk of metal and plastic. Crazy isn't it?
I have honestly never ever thought about memories being attached to a laptop! That is so funny....
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