Personal Weather Report - Variable with mounting high pressure.
Writing Activity - Judging contest entries, prepping for blog guests.
Saturday October 4 found me caressing my computer. My DH went to the Apple store and picked up my iMac that day. After having spent two weeks without my trusty sidekick, I was thrilled to have it back and did give my machine a hug when it started up, it's new screen free of the colorful bands that had blocked a third of the old one. I'd cruised Cyberspace at warp 4 on my daughter's older model for days, so revving back up to warp 9 brought an enormous smile to my face.
I'd fallen behind while creeping along and being without my bookmarks, email folders filled with messages and the latest versions of the programs I use, so I set out to catch up. I had 147 blog posts in my Google reader and 444 messages that flooded my in box upon the initial start up. Determining what I'd seen and what I'd already dealt with while limping along on my daughter's machine took time.
By Friday October 10, I'd managed to whittle my in basket down to the five most recent emails and had just 40 blog posts left to scan. As I replied to a message from my mom, I noticed that a portion of the text looked fuzzy. I watched in horror as a one-inch wide vertical stripe slowly appeared in the middle of my screen, hiding everything beneath it.
No! This couldn't be happening again.
Surprisingly I didn't burst into tears, scream or panic. In a totally uncharacteristic response, I took action. I quickly stored all my desktop items in a file so they wouldn't be hidden should more of the screen be taken over by this mysterious malady. I think the fact that I didn't lose any data during the previous problem helped me stay calm.
I called my DH and left him a matter-of-fact voice mail message that wasn't tinged with panic but merely stated the facts and let him know I'd appreciate some sympathy when he got home. I didn't even call Apple and rant, vent or issue threats. I know the techs thought they fixed the problem. The problem is there's obviously something else wrong.
Yesterday I ended up very glad I refrained from rushing to get my baby repaired. Why? Because the band disappeared for a few minutes. Then it reappeared. The white stripe has been coming and going ever since. I don't want to drive the hour to the Apple store only to have my computer make a fool of me. "No, really. The band was back. You gotta believe me." That's like visiting the doctor and having him look at the spot where the swelling had been but is no more.
So, I forge ahead knowing that at any point in time my computer could fritz out. I suspect there's some deeper problem, but until the band returns to stay I'm going about my business as usual.
And what can I learn from this? One is that I'm capable of rational thought and don't always overreact. Two. That I can take a logical approach as the financial world goes berzerk. Instead of spending my time freaking out over what might happen, I can carry on, trusting that God is in control, that our retirement accounts won't suffer too badly due to the wise choices we've made in the past and that we have what really matters: family, friends, and faith.