How the Beatles and Young Hipsters Restored My Computer
October 26, 2012
This has been a difficult week for my computer. It all started when I volunteered to be the new editor of the Moose Nugget Flats Register, the newsletter for the Alaska 49er’s (my cowboy action shooting club–we dress up like cowboys and cowgirls and shoot old-style guns at steel targets). My old Appleworks program doesn’t have a template for newsletters, so I wanted to install iWork. Piece of cake, right?
Not if you have a 2006 MacBook with Leopard. When I couldn’t download the iWork disk on Saturday, I went to our local Apple Store. Two young hip gentlemen, one with a goatee and one with holes in his earlobes you can see through, worked to get my computer updated to Snow Leopard and installed iWork. It only took three hours, and the store’s iPod Shuffle mix included the Beatles, so that was okay. When I got home that night, all I had to do was open Pages. And discover that it had an error message.
Thursday, I finally had time to go back to the store and see what the problem was. A perky blonde young lady figured out it was missing part of the iWork program, and a gentleman with a sharp haircut and soothing voice found a way to take everything off the computer and give me a new operating system (after asking several times if I truly had a backup at home). This took two hours, but more Beatles tunes there soothed my soul.
At home, I had trouble getting the backup drive to load, so back I went. And when a gentleman with beautiful silver rings got the backup to cooperate, it only took half an hour, although it didn’t do so neatly. As soon as I saw the folders from my books, I breathed a sigh of relief. When we found my family photos, I knew things would be okay. When he opened iTunes and Aretha and the Beatles were there, my breathing went to normal, As he clicked on “If I Fell” and John Paul George and Ringo sang in harmony, all was right with the world.
It will take some time for me to sort all my files into folders and figure out how to update all my Appleworks files. But I have my computer back after five and a half hours of troubleshooting. And once things calm down a bit, I’ll start working on the Register for the Alaska 49er’s. In the meantime, I wrote this post on Pages, I can play Beatles tunes, and I have new respect for the young hipsters at the Apple Store. Life is good.