I took my Apple in to the Apple store yesterday to see why the display was not displaying. The "genius" there at the store (that's what they call them at the "genius bar") did all of the things I told him I had already done at home. All of the troubleshooting tips. Then he said, "Well. I've done everything I can. We'll have to send it away where they will do their magic stuff and restore it for a flat fee of $310." Those weren't his exact words, but you get the gist.
So things may be less frequent between blog notes than I've been doing. Things aren't quite as convenient as before. I have everything backed up. And I can use Kate's Mac (a teeny Macbook but passable). And I have a PC at work and an older laptop PC here at home. All of my data is backed up from my Macbook Pro. So nothing is lost. Then why do I feel so lost?
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.