My beloved laptop is officially dead. My husband looked at it and shook his head. He couldn’t fix it and he can fix anything.
And why am I so upset about a laptop? I guess it is more sentimental than anything. And the fact that it was something special for me.
It all started when my beloved brought a laptop home from work, one that had been replaced. He thought I might like it to do my writing on (when he does something it is always a biggie)! Unfortunately the laptop wasn’t the best and definitely on its way out. It didn’t always recognise the memory stick that I had, but I persevered with it.
When I went to visit my dad I was telling my step Mum about the laptop and how good it was to be able to get around and use it (the theory was that I could take it camping). I also explained that my husband still used it for work occasionally and that made it inconvenient. She had a quiet word with my Dad who presented me with his laptop. It was a present from my Aunty to Dad when she died. She told him he could have it because he would be able to use it – plus Dad, like me, doesn’t have a big budget when it comes to computers. Dad had tried to use it several times, but Dad couldn’t quite get it to do what he wanted it to do, so he thought that I would use it more. It is the coolest present my Dad ever gave me, and it was special because it was my Aunties.
I got it home, and I “blinged” it up with a laptop sticker of red roses (better than puppies!). It was mine, solely mine. I put a password on it so that no one else could use it. The only problem with it was that the battery no longer charged up. I had 1/2 an hour, if I was lucky, to use it on battery, and no matter how much I drained it and recharged it, I could not fix the problem. So it was a permanent attachment on my dining room table (along with Everest the cat) and lately on my writing desk. And that is where it died, one morning I turned it on, and it would not load. It would not load in safe mode, safe mode with cursor or any other mode. My laptop was mortally wounded. I tried to get onto the c:/ drive, but it kept telling me that it was corrupt and none of the files could be accessed. I loaded XP back in – losing everything on the laptop, and it went again, but it was very slow. And finally, on Friday, it refused to start up, telling me that it had lost one of the drivers.
At best guess, the laptop is 8 – 10 years old, so I guess I had a pretty good innings out of it, over a year, perhaps closer to 18 months. It was my best friend (in the technological sense) and will be sadly mourned over.
However, I now have to find a new writing laptop – not a netbook, but a laptop with keys big enough for my big mitts. I will find one, and a new love affair will begin. Until then, I am back to the business computer, and regular backing up!!!