Last weekend I had the most fabulous time. My daughter and I went to the little town of Silverton, Oregon for some quality me time for each of us, to be able to focus on projects we had been struggling to find time for. She is in the process of studying for her real estate license exam, and I have been wanting to update my etsy shop, and social media stuff.
We met up Friday evening, and we settled in to work on our separate projects. We took breaks for dinner, and we spent the morning with our dueling laptops, in a cool coffee and breakfast place that had wi-fi. A big storm was hitting the pacific northwest, but we were enjoying the grey days and never lost power, so we were happy.
We managed to squeeze in pedicures late in the afternoon Saturday, and then picked up pizza to cook in our room for dinner, and then we both jumped back into our tasks.
Shortly after 10:00 on Saturday night. I was on a roll, adding banners and flags, and oodles and toodles of seasonal descriptions and photos of items to my little etsy shop, and I was feeling all kinds of proud of myself, when it happened.
The spinning-rainbow-wheel-of-death came on my screen just as I was wrapping up a marathon evening of working on my shop. And, it wouldn't. stop. spinning.
Had I downloaded one too may crazy fonts?
I ask this because, once, long, long ago, in the early days of giant home computers, I installed one too may fonts from several floppy discs of fonts. (remember those? If not, you are not nearly as old as I am.)
Anyway, when I turned on my computer, it was covered in Chinese writing, all over my desk top.
Enough about that disturbing incident.
That was then. This is now.
(Insert huge, deep breath and long sigh here.)
Well, at this point, panic set in. Luckily my daughter was there to be the voice of reason. She told me to turn it off and let it charge over night, and I followed her directions.
I woke up at 6:00 am and pulled open my little MAC.
I felt sick to my stomach. This piece of electronics is my lifeline.
(I don't back things up hardly ever often enough, and my cheesy print program can't send things to my cloud.)
(True confession here= I have never seen what is actually in my cloud, nor do I know how to get to my cloud.)
When my daughter woke up she insisted I call the folks at Apple. I said I didn't think they would help me without charging me a small fortune. She made me call anyway.
(It turns out that there is a reason they call those Apple workers "geniuses".)
Ohmygosh. So helpful. They gave me hope.
Unfortunately, it was not going to be a fast fix. I needed to be plugged in to a power source, and have continuous wi-fi, which meant I needed to head home to do the repair, when I had been hoping to stay until afternoon at that cute breakfast coffee shop again.
I'll skip all the drama and worry and praying that ensued once I got home and spoke with a guy from Apple, named Gary, who got the process going. Calls later with Trinity, and then Susan, and I am back to working on my Macbook Pro Tuesday night while binge-watching back-to-back-to-back episodes of Fixer-Upper.
(I love me some Chip and Joanna Gaines. I hope fame never changes them.)
My etsy shop is still in progress, but getting there. I lost some cool fonts and I am half afraid to reinstall them, but I'll get things rebuilt over the next few days weeks. In the meantime, everything in my shop is 20% off with the coupon code SPOOKY, and if you've hung in there long enough to read this far into my post, I have atop-secret code for you! Use the coupon code APPLE and get a $5.00 credit towards any purchase of $6.00 or more on my entire site. (I wanted to make it so you could get an item free, but etsy isn't set up for that...) My top secret offer is good through Thursday night at midnight!