What happens when a clicking becomes a bad sign? How does a birthday turn into an inspection? Where can you find old pictures? And why is the phone ringing at 7am?
Well I will tell you the answers my friends, because it all happened last week.
I know I have been sparse on comments in the last week. But don't fret, I'll tell you a story.
It all started the morning of my birthday.
January 5th I awoke smiling because my manly man wished me a happy birthday. Soon the phone rang with texts of happy birthdays. I hopped on blogger to find out my blogfest had reached a fire like rampage with so many commentors and participants. I couldn't ask for a better morning until I drove to my apartment to check on things.
I walked through the door and instantly knew I heard something off. I put my shoes by the door and followed a beeping sound to my bedroom. I knew it was the computer and immediately sat down at the small desk to rectify the problem. There was a black screen. Guess the computer needed to be restarted. I pushed the off button, then clicked it back on and a horrible clicking sound came from inside the hard drive. The black screen booted up, then nothing. It couldn't read my files.
I took a deep breath and called my computer friend.
"My computer is clicking and wont turn on right." I told her.
"Turn it off and bring it straight over"
I loaded up my unhappy computer and drove over to my friends house. After I dropped it off the phone rang.
"Is this Summer Ross?" said the voice on the phone.
"I see you are only signed up for 9 credit hours, you must have 12 credits to receive your grants."
I immediately knew one of my classes had been canceled, but which one and would I be able to sign up for a new one so close to semester starting?
"I realize I need 12 credits, I'll take a look as soon as I can." I said.
"Well Ma'am, your money will be on hold until we can verify, so be sure to do it soon."
Oh crap! Fine I'll have to get online somehow tonight and fix this problem. Good thing Manly man has internet access or I might have been in hot water. I hung up the phone, checked my mailbox, and drove to manly man's house.
After I pulled up into the driveway and grabbed my mail, I noticed a small white envelope with my apartment's landlord address on it. Curious I opened it as I moved from the car. A clean crisp white sheet of paper had the word "Inspection" typed in bold letters on the middle of the page. I read further on the line and the date was set up for Jan 13th! Yikes, this put a whole new spin on my day.
I knew some how I had to add in deep cleaning to my list of things I must do before next week. I had to shampoo carpets, do laundry, wash walls, take down all my Christmas stuff, and (dreadfully) clean my bedroom! Alright I can handle all this, easy peasy.
Manly man's house was warm when I walked through the door. I shuffled my coat off and onto the couch then loaded up his computer. I found a new class to sign up for and quickly added it to my registration for the college. The phone rang again. This time it was my Friend with my computer.
"Do you want the good news or the bad?" She asked.
"Alright, your computer will run off your C drive, I do not have to reformat."
"Okay what is the bad?"
"Well, what all did you have on the D drive?"
"A few things why?" My gut dropped.
"The D drive is completely shot and I have tried everything to access it. Its fried, everything on it is pretty much lost."
"But all my pictures were on that drive!"
"All of them, clear back to 2007 when my girls had their dance recital, Christmas. Pictures from 2008 and 2009." The burden of loss quickened my words and tore through my heart. Is there a way to get them from somewhere else, maybe myspace or facebook. I cooed myself into a belief that I would get them back. I had to, those were pictures of my babies, years worth.
Before I ever ate a single piece of birthday cake I had managed to score a shampooer for my carpets, fixed my online classes so I get my grants, and find out that my D drive had become so old the gear messed up and had sketched a few pretty patterns onto my drive making it unreadable.
Did you know, you can't copy your own pictures off Myspace and facebook? I just found out. But alas I am able to go through my old e-mails, where every picture I have ever sent is saved in folders in my e-mail.
Thus your answers and the reasons made known why I have been sparse on comments. I now have my computer back as of yesterday night. I'm still searching out ways to get pictures, and have my house deep cleaned. Whew- that's a lot of work! Happy Sunday every one, next week will hopefully have better repercussions.
On a more positive note, I have decided to use one of my new journals for memories. I'm starting it with as far back as I can remember, about the age of 3 or 4. So far I have four pages written with four different memories dating back to 1985.