Oh frabjous day, callooh, callay. My computer works again.
Here’s the story of what happened to it. About a week ago when I was working on my blog the virus protection screen came up suddenly and said the computer had been infected with a virus. The virus protector had cleaned up the virus, but the connection with the internet had been turned off, and to fix it I should ….. and there followed directions that might as well have been in Urdu. So I did what I always do when I have problems with the computer; I turned it off. Big mistake. After that there was no way to get through to the internet.
Well, I made a plan. I have recently become a great grandmother. My great grandson, Julian Henry was born in Seattle on the 10th of September. His father, my grandson, works for Microsoft. My daughter, the happy new grandmother, had flown in from England to help with the new baby and I was to drive to Seattle in a few days to view the latest progeny and to fetch my daughter for a visit to me. She felt that by that time her son and daughter-in-law would be tired of a third person in their small apartment. I would take my computer with me and get my clever grandson to fix it.
But crisis intervened. Many of my blog readers who have children and will be surprised to hear that the crisis was this: the baby sleeps all the time. These are new parents. They are worried because the pediatrician and a lactation adviser, who weigh the baby before and after feeding, say the baby may not be get enough nourishment, even though the baby is gaining weight. I feel sure that everything will be fine, but my daughter felt that with so many professional advisers she was superfluous. So she left and went to party quietly with her two sisters on Whidbey Island. We are all going for a baby viewing on Saturday, but my computer remained unfixed.
Jerry and I went to The Artisan Wine Gallery last Saturday afternoon. There, tasting wine, were just the people I wanted to see: the computer experts who had helped Wine Gallery host, Rich, set up his blog. When I described my problem they shook their heads sympathetically. Oh dear, they said. Bad problem. Sorry you’re having this problem. If only you had a Mac. Probably the only thing you can do is wipe out your entire operating system and reinstall. Oh dear.
Sipping wine and sampling some very fine home-made dark chocolate (with ginger cream filling) candies helped dull the pain of this dire diagnosis. Besides, we were to go out to dinner at my cousin’s house that night for freshly caught crab, a real treat. But when we got home we found that the dinner had been postponed until Sunday because my cousin’s wife had a migraine. What to do about dinner? Off to the Beach Store Cafe for a pizza.
At the Beach Store Cafe we saw Mike, the father of the jumper (see a previous post, Riding the passenger ferry). He was alone, so we invited him to sit with us. I told him how sorry I was about his problems with his son. He thanked me, and said, “There’s my other son, making pizza. I come here to visit him some evenings. He’s doing very well, studying at the Technical College.” After a bit Brady, the pizza cook, came over to greet his father and chat. I asked him what he was studying. “Computer science,” he said. I asked if he could fix my computer. “Sure,” he said, with the confidence of youth, “I’ll be over tomorrow after church.”
Brady, a tall, husky, good looking lad, arrived promptly the next day with the lovely petite blond Ashley in tow. Ashley is the daughter of Marilyn, (active in the island church), and Ernie, (one of the ferry captains.) Ashley is a waitress at the Beach Store Cafe. She sat in the kitchen and chatted with me while Brady went to work on my computer. Jerry watched what Brady was doing. Time passed, and I began running out of small talk with 19 year old Ashley. “Let’s of check on the computer,” I said.
Brady, sitting at the computer and Jerry, hovering over him, both looked discouraged. Then Brady began examining in the virus protection software. I said, “What are all those little red x’s marking?”
Brady said, “Oh, those are all the things that are turned off,” and then, suddenly, he said, “Okay, it’s fixed.” The virus protector had turned off the connection to the internet. We asked Brady what we owed him and he said nothing. He said he was sorry it took so long, he was unfamiliar with the software.
So it’s fixed, I can use my own computer again. And I am now using Firefox and not Internet Explorer. I hear there are fewer viruses on Firefox.
Sunday evening I ate too much crab and drank too much wine with Jerry and my cousin and some new friends who recently moved to the island. But we had a good time. One new friend has had experience with fitness training, and I urged her to start a weight training group here. We have a very good yoga teacher on the island, but I have become convinced that strength training is important for old ladies. A strength training group would be a great addition to island services.