The day before my birthday, we had a power glitch, my desktop computer went off despite the surge protector/battery backup and then refused to boot back up. According to my friendly neighborhood computer guru, it’s either the power supply, or the mother board. He has ordered a new power supply which won’t be here until next weekend. If that doesn’t fix it, I will have to buy another desktop computer and he will either transplant my hard drives into it or clone them. Oh, the weeping and wailing, and gnashing of teeth!
In the meantime, I am reduced to attempting to deal with the internet using the equivalent of flint knives and bear skins* (a Kindle Fire 10-inch tablet and this jicky little Fintie Bluetooth keyboard). For someone who has been a touch typist of respectable speed since 10th grade, going from my Logitech Gamer Keyboard to typing on that little Cracker Jack prize of a keyboard is like trading in your Mercedes Benz for a skateboard..
All my creative writing, including the story I desperately want to work on, is on that hard drive that I cannot get to. All my knitting patterns (except those I have print copies of or have posted on my knitting blog) are on that hard drive. All the blogs and webcomics I follow are all neatly accessed on the feed reader on that hard drive. I do all my bill paying over the internet, and all the user names and passwords to get onto those bill-paying sites are on that hard drive. I could gather my bills and take my life in my hands (I am in so many COVID high risk categories it’s not funny) and go to a local grocery store and the local cable office and pay them in person (except my car insurance). I pay my rent online through my banking app — on that hard drive.
I did catch one tiny break. WordPress has an Android app. . . .
My brand new birthday computer chair, and no point in sitting in it. There’s irony for you. Happy Birthday to me!
*That is a Spock quote from Star Trek the original series. If memory serves me correctly, it was the episode entitled, "The City on the Edge of Forever." The one with Joan Collins. Spock was attempting to MacGyver a way to access data on a damaged tricorder using vacuum tube technology. I feel you, bro.