Well, I guess that's a pretty silly question since it is now Sunday and the DREADED MONDAY is only hours away.
This past week, my IPod touch died. Yes, just died. I had it on my computer recharging, and the screen went blue. The Ipod wouldn't turn on, no matter what trick I tried. Finally the ITunes icon showed with the little cord thing requesting me to plug it back into my computer, where I was told that it was wiped and needed to be reset to it's factory settings. I did, and every file, that wasn't an App, was wiped from it's memory.
You probably don't understand who awful this is for me. It probably seems like audio files are the casualties, but that is the least of my problems. Right now, my husband, a daughter, and I are going to a bunch of different doctors. Many of them are new to us. Many, I don't know the names of, only where their practices are, sort of. So, not only do I need to deduce the doctor's name, and then find their telephone numbers by calling the referring doctor's office, I also have to find out when the appointments are.
Thankfully, my previous PDA, a Palm Pilot, still has files on my computer (to the best of my knowledge, IPods don't do that with your calender or contacts) from pre Christmas 2009, so the damage isn't as bad as it could have been.
From now on, my handy dandy IPod will be for playing games like Bejewelled and listening to audio files. But for serious matters? My trusty Palm Pilot, that I bought when it was already a late model, and now I've had it for five years.
I have to say, I'm really surprised that my earring give away has only one entry. According to my counter, I've had a bunch of visitors. So what is going on?
Tomorrow is Scary Monday, which I always look forward to. Thanks so much Wendy for putting it together, and thank-you Lily for pointing me me in that direction!
Monday is also the 20th anniversary of my brother Michael's death. He was only 17 at the time, exactly a month away from his 18th birthday. He had graduated High School the previous June, had a girlfriend and loved computers. He was also one of the early, dedicated gamers and loved Metal. He and a friend had tracked down Dio in Connecticut and got his autograph. Michael was buried with it. He had wanted to get Ozzy's autograph also.
My Michaelmass daisies buds are starting to swell, and they will bloom soon, usually in time for Michaelmass on the 29th. They always make me think of Michael. I wonder, if he had lived, what would he be like? Would he have "sold out" to society, and cut his long blonde hair? Would he be married? Would he have children of his own? Would he still be a gamer? Would he have still loved computers?
I often wish that I knew someone with an age-progression computer program. I would love to see what Michael would have looked as an adult.
Instead, I remember him as my baby brother with long blond hair that flowed behind him, as he did his "rock star gait,' with a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. Still and always, just a kid.