fajrdrako | The Computer Comes Home....

Why is it that, when my computer is being repaired, I feel as if I should be sending flowers and a get-well card?

The Brave Little Computer came home again last night. I was going to carry it in a shopping cart, but was persuaded that the jolting and vibrations (even if it was wrapped up in blankets and pillows) would not be good for it. Alternate plan: get a taxi. The taxi was slow in arrival. I am not good at waiting. I had Patti to help. We walked back to the apartment; she carried the printer, I carried the computer.

I set it up. The computer admitted there was a printer attached for the first time in several months. But when I went to a WordPerfect document and tried to print, it failed to find the printer. When I went to a webpage and tried to print - same result. I was distressed. It was supposed to work now.

This morning I fiddled with it, and discovered that the last remaining problem was simple to figure out and simple to fix. Voil&##224! The printer works at last!

I was filled with triumph that I'd figured it out - that one last thing. And pleased too that over three months of trying to get the printer to work - the problem wasn't something I could have figured out on my own; it was faulty drivers for the USB ports.

Isn't it wonderful when technology works?

The only problem is that my hard drive had to be reformatted. They were able to save the important stuff - my stories - and restore the basic, important programs like Outlook Express and WordPerfect.

I'm thrilled to have the computer back. I missed it. Missed the LJ community, too, and I'm glad to be back!