You don’t know what you have until you don’t have it
Posted By Kathleen David on March 24, 2004
I have sent my little iBook to the Apple repair center to be fixed. I do know the hard drive is fine because I was able to firewire it to my old iMac. Couldn’t transfer much since the hard drive on the iMac had a bit more than I thought it did. So I am crossing my fingers that it will all be OK. I did pay for a back-up of the data on the hard drive.
It is the little things you miss. The internet bookmarks you have set up just so. I honesty don’t remember some of the URLs for some of these sites I would go to almost every day since all I ever did was go to where I had it bookmarked. I miss my e-mail even with the problem that I would have to go to the web site to mail anything. Never could get the Verizon DSL line to cooperate with the mail software. I miss having a computer that is mine. My husband is allowing me to use his computer which is a g-dsend and really really nice of him, but it’s not my computer. I can save things here if I need to, but I don’t want to take up space and then have to transfer everything when I get my computer back. *sigh* Well, with any luck I will be back in business next week. As soon as I am, I will post puppet pictures here and at my photosite
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Hope everyone is having a good week.
Sorry about your ibook. and Yeah, I know what you mean. My power book got fried, and I lost ALL the data on it, including a short story I was working on at the time. And I should know better than to NOT have back ups. I still don’t have back ups of some crucial files.
I also had my car broken into and had a laptop stolen with some screenplays I was working on at the time. I had back up disks, but unfortunately they were in the bag with the lap top. Fortunately, my laptop isn’t the only computer I use, so this time I had plenty of back ups at home.
I know what you’re talking about there. I had a laptop stolen when my home was broken into some years ago, and I suddenly realized just how many things I had on it that I hadn’t bothered to back up on my desktop. By some miracle, I actually got the machine back. It turned up at the site of triple-homocide here in town. My guess is that it was not major evidence as I got the thing back within two weeks of it being found. Since the homocides were drug-related, my best guess is that some strung-out fool broke into my house, made off with anything that looked both portable and valuable and then sold it to his drug connection for a fix. I felt kind of weird when I got it back as people had died around the thing.
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone…
– Joni Mitchell, “Big Yellow Taxi”