I’m typing this on my laptop.
Which, after we pushed the power button this evening, seems to be absolutely fine.
I guess, basically, we made a mistake. When they realized something was going wrong with the electric in our house, Wendy unplugged the computer. The battery would have been completely drained by the time Roger came along and tried to turn it on. He pushed the power button and nothing happened. Then he plugged the cord back in and still nothing happened. So, we assumed (and it seemed pretty logical) that the computer had been hit with a huge jolt of electricity.
(Not that I really know anything about power surges – except that they can mess up your electronic equipment. And that they have something to do with a high something and a low something and only the high somethings got damaged. Or was that the low somethings?…) 🙂
Our printer is working just fine (or as fine as a 4-year-old well-used printer can work) and the computer and all of our pictures are safe. When we’re in town tomorrow, we’ll go to Radio Shack and see if we can find a new cord to try out on the keyboard. It may be okay too – it’s possible that the transformer on the cord was hit, and it never made it to the instrument. (Again, I don’t really know what I’m talking about. I’m just parrot-repeating…)
I’m very much looking forward to going to Lowe’s and picking out a microwave to install over our stove. We bought the stove before we moved in last August and when we were looking for a vent to put over it, Roger really wanted to buy a microwave vent combo. I basically told him that was a dumb idea, because I really liked our microwave (and we had gotten it – for free – off of FreeCycle.) So we’ve had nothing over our stove for the last 10 months except the cereal cupboard and a random sort of mural that Roger did as he was fixing some drywall and installing an electrical outlet.
I had two concerned and loving phone calls today from family who was worried about us and wondering how we’re doing.
We’re absolutely fine.
Although…. I was kind of hoping that the computer was dead. In my perfect world, the power company would have purchased a new computer for us and we would stick our perfectly intact hard drive into it and continued on as usual – but faster. 🙂
On a different note…
This has been (maybe) the best camp week for me in the 9 years that we’ve been here. For eight summers I’ve had the ambiguous role of “camp director’s wife” which involves many different duties, but also give a lot of freedom to be a mom. That freedom was the killer for me. Much of the camp week -for me- was full of time that I wasn’t needed in any place where I wanted to be used. And when you have a nursing baby or a busy toddler, it’s hard to commit to a job that requires you to be punctual and/or dependable.
I loved those baby days, but I love my children’s growing state of independence.
This week, I had the title of cook. It may sound overdramatic, but Monday was like a little piece of heaven for me. I was in the kitchen getting supper ready all the way through registration. For eight miserable summers worth of Mondays, I’ve suffered through the torturous, stress-inducing and chaotic ordeal of registering campers. (Except for the Mondays that I could come up with an excuse plausible enough to pass the job off onto someone else – pregnancy sometimes worked…)
This time, Wendy was the woman in charge
If you ask her to describe registration, I don’t think she would use any of those adjectives. (…at times, she might agree with chaotic…)
It’s nice to work with someone whose gifts complement your own, isn’t it?
It’s also nice to be given a job that fits you to a T.