Lucy, being a girl of three whose limbs don't quite do what she wants them to do, knocked a cup of coffee over. Many droplets of the black caffeine landed on my laptop's keyboard. Despite a fit of maniacal, overly dramatic shouting and gesticulating I was able to clean up the mess. I shut down my computer/my library/my address book/my photo albums/my resume/my portfolio/my connection to the world/my second child and hope nothing serious had been done.
By the next day I was in a better mood. I was sipping piping hot coffee and chuckling to myself how I was so silly the night before for so hastily pledging to give up this tasty robust black liquid. My daughter was able to sleep quite soundly in the closet and my computer seemed to be operating just fine. Until I hit X. XXXXXXX was no longer working. XXXXX the lifeblood of any PhotoShop/Illustrator user! Command X (control X for you PC folks) is delete! DELETE! Who cares if I won't be able to spell Xylophone, or type up an online prescription order for XanaX, or write a review about Xanadu (the best movie on roller skates, although Solar Babies wasn't bad). But never be able to shortcut Delete?!?! Life would no longer be the same.
Off to the shop it went. As was expected, Apple Care did not cover the replacement of a new keyboard and it took over a week for them to get the part. Do you know how close we are to Cupertino? I could have taken the short drive to Apple Headquarters, taken the tour, have lunch with Steve Jobs, rummage through the dumpsters for a mislabeled keyboard with a working X, all before closing time!
So for over a week sans a laptop, I did a lot of drawing, playing with Lucy, paying attention to Nanook, looking at Bell when I talk to him and lots of reading. Priceless.
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