Where My Mind is When the Sun is Out
Did you guys happen to notice, about a month
ago I had no column in the newspaper? It happened to have
been a very sunny day (after my deadline) that I remembered
that I actually didnt send my column in. Upon further
investigation I found out I hadnt even written it.
By the time I contacted the newspaper it was
too late. It just goes to show you where my mind is at when
the sun is out. All logical thinking pretty much flies out
the window. On that particular week, I had taken my computer
in for service, which further threw me off schedule.
I dont like change. Never have and probably
never will. What I was trying to do was save all my files
on my hard drive by making it a "slave" to a new
hard drive (bigger by 20 gigabytes), which as far as I can
tell, pretty much measures the amount of free space on my
computer. The very fact that I sort of know what Im
talking about amazes even me.
I just heard from the peanut gallery, named
Herman, who just said, "Oh, Honey, do you even know what
a byte is?" Then he proceeded to tell me. Everything
just sounded like mush after the word, "megabyte."
I have a vague recollection of him breaking down megabytes
into kilobytes and bits or something like that. I just dont
even know if I want this much information. But you know me,
I kept asking and he kept talking gibberish.
Herman reminded me of the time when I first
got the computer. He had come home and found me crying inconsolably
at my computer desk. He dropped his satchel and said, "Kathryn,
what happened?" And I said, "I HATE this thing!"
I continued with, "I want my old Brother word processor
back!" (Do you remember word processors?)
At this point, the computer seems to be working
well. At least it hasnt brought me to tears lately.
But changing the hard drive almost did it. I would up losing
so much material, because I hadnt done a "back
up" for a couple of months. The worst was losing a bunch
of digital pictures.
So remember to back up your files each time
you work on them. Before they wind up missing and going to
computer heaven. And congratulate yourself if you understood
this entire column.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"