half a crown
Oct. 24th, 2008 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kip_w.
The meltdown of the PowerBook was exciting. As I may have said, I backed up all the data files and the applications, and tried to find which folders contained settings for them, so I'd keep things like bookmarks and saved mail. When the hard drive quit again and apparently couldn't be fixed another time, I decided I might as well erase it all and start over. With some trepidation, I pushed the button. A second later, it was all over and I had no contents on the drive. I looked for the applications to start transferring them back over. Only I couldn't seem to find any. Well, that was just grand.
I searched in the box where we always put program disks, and of course we hadn't. I started going through other boxes and found the Adobe Creative Suite, which meant I'd have Photoshop and Acrobat (and others, but those are the really important ones -- if Quark didn't work for me again, the InDesign would become important as well). I couldn't find the Quark disk, or various other vital disks. Then, somehow, it turned out that I had backed up the applications after all. Good news.
Only Quark insists that there's something wrong with it, probably because it doesn't have the file that tells it not to say there's something wrong with it. It wants me to reinstall, which I'd happily do if the disk turned up and if Quark doesn't refuse to let me activate it. In the meantime, it seems to function. At first there were some fonts missing, but I think I got them working again too.
Somebody called yesterday about a job. He was supposed to call back today and tell me if I got it -- it would be worth about a grand to me. I haven't heard from him, so I suspect the worst, for values of "worst" that equal "didn't get job."
The PTSA (the parent-teacher organization for Sarah's school) held a massive household sale at the high school. We took one of Sarah's little bikes in, and her little wading pool (we got three years of good use from that!), and her little red car which is now too small for her, and the Barbie scooter, and the old microwave, and some clothes, and an ironing board, and one of the boom boxes. Yesterday Cathy and I went over there and bought more stuff to take its place. The car was sitting there, waiting for a buyer, and I took a couple pictures of it with my cell phone out of sentiment. I got some decent shirts. Cathy bought two sweaters. Sarah got a new bike, which was waiting in the garage to surprise her when she got home from school.
She was very pleased with it. It's bigger than her other bike, and it has five speeds, two hand brakes, front shock absorbers, and a mount for a water bottle if we can find one that fits it. I showed her how to shift gears, and she's faster than ever. It was a bargain for five dollars.
The dentist called this morning and reminded me of my appointment, so I went in and let them drill away on the back tooth that's been wincingly sensitive since the dentist back in Massachusetts put a temporary cap on it after it broke on a piece of sushi just before we moved. We're going to try a temporary crown to see if that makes it good enough to chew food with. I'll go back for that in two weeks. Until then, I have a generic piece of metal over it to hold the place for the temp crown. Hence the title of this post. Thanks, I'll be here all week.
.
The meltdown of the PowerBook was exciting. As I may have said, I backed up all the data files and the applications, and tried to find which folders contained settings for them, so I'd keep things like bookmarks and saved mail. When the hard drive quit again and apparently couldn't be fixed another time, I decided I might as well erase it all and start over. With some trepidation, I pushed the button. A second later, it was all over and I had no contents on the drive. I looked for the applications to start transferring them back over. Only I couldn't seem to find any. Well, that was just grand.
I searched in the box where we always put program disks, and of course we hadn't. I started going through other boxes and found the Adobe Creative Suite, which meant I'd have Photoshop and Acrobat (and others, but those are the really important ones -- if Quark didn't work for me again, the InDesign would become important as well). I couldn't find the Quark disk, or various other vital disks. Then, somehow, it turned out that I had backed up the applications after all. Good news.
Only Quark insists that there's something wrong with it, probably because it doesn't have the file that tells it not to say there's something wrong with it. It wants me to reinstall, which I'd happily do if the disk turned up and if Quark doesn't refuse to let me activate it. In the meantime, it seems to function. At first there were some fonts missing, but I think I got them working again too.
Somebody called yesterday about a job. He was supposed to call back today and tell me if I got it -- it would be worth about a grand to me. I haven't heard from him, so I suspect the worst, for values of "worst" that equal "didn't get job."
The PTSA (the parent-teacher organization for Sarah's school) held a massive household sale at the high school. We took one of Sarah's little bikes in, and her little wading pool (we got three years of good use from that!), and her little red car which is now too small for her, and the Barbie scooter, and the old microwave, and some clothes, and an ironing board, and one of the boom boxes. Yesterday Cathy and I went over there and bought more stuff to take its place. The car was sitting there, waiting for a buyer, and I took a couple pictures of it with my cell phone out of sentiment. I got some decent shirts. Cathy bought two sweaters. Sarah got a new bike, which was waiting in the garage to surprise her when she got home from school.
She was very pleased with it. It's bigger than her other bike, and it has five speeds, two hand brakes, front shock absorbers, and a mount for a water bottle if we can find one that fits it. I showed her how to shift gears, and she's faster than ever. It was a bargain for five dollars.
The dentist called this morning and reminded me of my appointment, so I went in and let them drill away on the back tooth that's been wincingly sensitive since the dentist back in Massachusetts put a temporary cap on it after it broke on a piece of sushi just before we moved. We're going to try a temporary crown to see if that makes it good enough to chew food with. I'll go back for that in two weeks. Until then, I have a generic piece of metal over it to hold the place for the temp crown. Hence the title of this post. Thanks, I'll be here all week.
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