I'm posting from my mother-in-law's iPad After my Macbook suffered a terrible death last evening. At least I assume it was a terrible death since it was so abrupt and happened much too soon. Poor Mac was only three. I have no idea how old that is in computer years, but it can't be any more than dog years, can it? Which would make Mac only 21. "sigh"
Ivan and I were watching "Building Green" while I fixed supper when Mac keeled over and our attempts to revive him were unsuccessful. An autopsy will be performed in the next few days, as soon as we can transport the body, er I mean shell, to the I.T. Specialist (aka our son). Complicating matters is the heavy snowfall in I.T.'s town, which makes traveling there a challenge.
What is really sad is that we never took the time to record Mac's memories since we had no idea he'd be with us such a short time. A reminder that we should use the time we have wisely (AND BACK UP REGULARLY!!!!!).
Our greatest loss is all the people Mac knew...hundreds of them -- almost a thousand, actually, and now we'll have to painstakingly try to contact them one-by-one. Methinks that is a ginormous project. And one I cannot even begin to tackle until we fly back to Argentina at the end of the month and can access the print-out I made over a year ago of our address book. Some (about a fourth) are in our yahoo accounts but the vast majority were only in Mac's memory (hard drive).
So on this sad and snowy Tuesday we mourn the loss of our friend and hard working partner, Macbook the First, even as we eagerly await the arrival of his replacement.