Hi, My name is Nora and I'm addicted to my iBook.
Denial, prayers, weeping and ignoring the problem didn't work. The computer did not make a miraculous recovery. I dropped it off yesterday at the place that Heck of a Gal and my sister recommended.
I felt good when I walked in to the shop. Of course, how can you not cheer up surrounded by all of the Apple-y goodness? The official Apple store at the mall has a frentic hipness that makes me a little nervous.
The owner of the shop peeked under the keyboard and said he'd need to take it apart (the airport the model of my G4iBook is built in) and he could look at it on Monday. Great, I took my copy of the reciept and headed out the door.
Then my little brain started screaming "it's Thursday, Thursday- get it? Thursday! You'll be without the computer all weekend. Take it with you, take it with you. Bring it back on Monday."
The shop owner could read my mind- or maybe I was actually muttering out loud. He asked if I wanted to bring it back on Monday. "No, thanks. I'll be okay."
Seriously, I'll be okay, right?
On happier notes:
The Golden Glove matches started last night.
The bathroom is done! I was able to take a shower this morning. And wash my hair for the first time since I was in Northern Ireland. The kitchen sink bathing was getting a little old.