|Posted on February 8, 2012 at 4:05 AM|
February already! It is an extremely cold and snowy day here in Germany, a perfect time to update my often neglected blog and website.
So, two weeks ago my husband had the boys for the day and I thought it would be a perfect Me day. Take a soak, read, watch some television (something I rarely do!). The idea of taking a long bath was too enticing and the thought of catching up on Downton Abbey while doing so seemed like a perfect combination, not to mention a time saver. Our bathroom, literally, a room with a bathtub, shower and sink, is long. On one end is the tub, the other is the shower. Since I was to take a bath, I thought I would set up my laptop on the chair near the shower, that way I would not risk splashing my computer with bubbles or water.
Bath drawn. Check.
Towels near. Check.
Candles lit. Check.
Computer ready. Check.
Press play and soak!
I watched approximately 15 minutes when I decided the water could stand to be a bit hotter. For some very strange reason, I pulled the plunger and turned on the water in one quick movement sending a spray of water directly onto my computer. I jumped out of the tub, citing a few expletives, and flipped my computer upside down, hoping gravity would save me. I then turned it off and again, flipped it upside down, grabbing the towel and drying off as much water as I could. I thought I was safe... the water had only just touched the computer and I was quick to act. I took the computer to my bed, placing it upside down and open a bit, looking somewhat like a teepee. Then I realized I was naked, save for a few bubbles stuck to my skin, and dripping wet. I grabbed a towel.
I brought my laptop downstairs to open the back, pull the battery and possibly the hard drive. Damn, I could not find the appropriate tools! In a situation where every second counts, I found myself growing frustrated. After finally finding the right micro-tools, I pulled the items from my laptop, placing them all on the window sill near the heater. Then I prayed to Steve Jobs that after a few days of drying out, all would be well. Six days passed before I had the courage to reassemble my laptop and give it a try.
Hard drive. Check.
Every tiny screw secure. Check.
Power button. Ummmm.... Power button! ... Nothing.
Perhaps overly optimistic, I did not get discouraged. Realizing that the computer had not been charged for seven days, I thought I would simply plug, charge and try again.
After one hour, it was plain that my beloved MacBook Pro (MBP) was dead. More trouble shooting and several Recovery program sessions later, my MBP was confirmed to be no longer working.
I have tried so very hard to stay positive and not be too upset but I keep thinking about All.The.Photos. in my MBP. How I had been using my MBP almost exclusively for the past year and a half and though I had thought quite often of backing up my MBP to my nearly empty terabyte external hard drive, I never quite got around to it. How I have been working on a book of 18 patterns for the past year and nearly Every.Single.Note. was in my MBP as I had resolved to use it instead of papers which I always lose and misplace.
So already February 2012 and I've already learned a valuable, if not painful, lesson.