On my son Thomas’ death day, my computer died. I knocked over a wine glass, and the contents flowed out onto the keyboard. There was a hissing sound, the screen flickered and that was that.

My husband Andy said, “How could you have been so careless? Do you know how much a new computer will cost?” No, he didn’t. That’s a lie. What he did say was, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a new one.” And he did. Within a couple of days, I was the proud owner of a new top-of-the-line model.

“When was the last time you backed up the files on the old computer?” asked Andy.

“Quite a while ago,” I admitted.

Andy frowned and said, “I told you to back up your computer regularly. Why didn't you?” No, that’s not right either. What he really said was, “Don’t worry. I’ll ring a computer person. He’ll be able to retrieve your files off the hard-drive.”

So Jack, the repairman came and collected my wine-soaked laptop. “I’ll take a look at it, and if I can’t get it going, I’ll certainly be able to rescue your files.”

Weeks went by with no news. And then one day Jack phoned to say, “Sorry I’ve been so long… I haven’t been well… Yes, it looks like your computer is dead but I can retrieve the files.”

A month or so later, the phone rang again: “Sorry I’ve been so long… I’ve been tired and overworked... I needed a break… I’ll have those files transferred for you very soon.”

More time passed: “I haven’t done those files yet but I have some good news! When I turned on your computer this morning, it came back to life. It looks like it’s dried out and will be okay. All I need to do is replace the keyboard.”

So my computer is back from the dead.

I’m rather glad Jack was busy and unwell and overtired and so very slow. Just think if he’d been efficient. He would have thrown my computer away three months ago.

So I’m getting my computer back. It’ll be returning with all my files, and all my software programs.  That's good. And an inbox stuffed with 7 000 emails. That's not so good. I thought they'd gone forever.

“I wonder if Jack's replaced my computer's keyboard,” I say. “It’s been a few weeks since we last heard from him.”

“I’d better phone him,” says Andy.

I don’t suppose I need worry about sorting through those 7 000 emails just yet. It might be a while before I have to make 7 000 decisions. 

So what's the moral of this tale?

Good things might happen if you're patient?

Time does heal some things?

Back up your computer files regularly just in case?

Always sort and delete emails as they arrive?

Never drink wine while working on the computer?

No. It's...

Accidents happen. 
Accident: an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury.
I'm so glad Andy understood.

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  1. Andy is a sweetheart to understand it was an accident. I'm glad you were able to get the other computer back so you could get your files. I can't tell you when I last backed up my computer. Maybe this should be a warning to me.


    1. Betty,

      I'm not very good at backing up my files. I always intend getting around to it but never actually do it. I think this is a warning to me as well!

  2. Backing up computer files. I used to do that. Hmmmmm...... A warning to me also.

    Andy is wonderful! Gosh, I think you should consider asking him to be your valentine :) !

    1. Nancy,

      Andy made it very easy for me to back up my files. He set the computer up to do it automatically at a certain time each week. All I had to do was make sure the external hard-drive was in place at the right time. But I couldn't even do that!

      I did ask Andy to be my valentine! I wrote this post on Valentine's day and was thinking as I composed it, about how fortunate I am to have him!

  3. Andy's quite an understanding guy. You two deserve each other. :-) You've got me wondering if the computer that died on me a few years ago might just turn on. I have it still stored in the garage, because I think I'll turn the hard drive into a back-up drive. Hmmm, I wonder if a tech guy could restore my files on that dead computer.

    1. Susie,

      Tech guys are very clever. One of them might be able to do something with your old computer. I wonder if you've got some things stored on that computer that you'd like to have back. The first files I thought about when my computer died were my draft novels. I could never write those again. Or rather, I wouldn't have the patience to write them again. Fortunately I did have those files backed up. Losing email addresses was the biggest nuisance. Not many people have received emails from me since my computer disaster!


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