No, this is not a sales ad.  This is a reminder to everyone, like me, who 
remembers that backing up precious files and photo libraries is crucial and yet rarely gets around to actually 
doing the job.  Our mega-mighty, super-tera, infinite memory hard-drive died.  Like a brilliant ER doctor, Geoff jumped on its chest and spent hours doing hard-drive memory resuscitation...HDMR.  When he could get a pulse and small chunks of memory files were moved to the donor hard-drive, he would use his compassionate bedside manner to coax the feeble hard-drive into giving up just a few more 
bits and bytes... "Come on!  You can do it.   Hang on... 
hang on!"  Hours and hours of guidance, coaching, monitoring and delicate, delicate operations.
My contribution?  I was the grieving spouse... wailing, wringing her hands, pacing the floor, flipping through back issues of Sunset magazine from 1989, sipping lukewarm coffee from the vending machine, calling immediate family... I was a wreck.  
We aren't out of the woods yet.  The old hard-drive is in and out of commission, sometimes grinding and sputtering incoherently.  This morning 
we Geoff is trying to recover music files and iMovies.  After a fitful night, mourning the losses and calculating what might hopefully be saved, I have come to a place of acceptance.  There is comfort in knowing that there will be some recovery and we 
did put a lot on discs at one point and another.  Also, I am keenly aware there are bigger issues out there, tougher burdens to bear, and with this in my mind, I say a word of thanks for the blessings in my life.  My heart eases, and I add my hopes and prayers for some dear people I am holding in my heart, wishing well.
Save.  Back-up.  Count your blessings.  Love and be loved.  Greet the brand new day.  Repeat.
 
Such reminder are always good--thank you, dear friend! Happy Days to you & yours--saving, counting, blessing, love ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteSheesh, Natalie, you're scaring me! But you are right. I need to back up my stuff.
ReplyDeleteAwww. :(
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