Oops

I’m scraping dried droplets of Danimals yogurt off the monitor and keyboard on our old iBook that we retired to Ford. It has served as his personal, portable Harry Potter and Bil Nye cinema for about six months or so, and it’s seen better days: like, when responsible adults used it. Chas has popped off the keys many times; I’ve rescued some letters from the dustpan more than once. And in the center of the browser I see a large rainbow-colored diffraction that is likely a dent made by a Matchbox car. My guess is that Chas disaggreed with the content?

At any rate, here I am using the kid’s laptop, because my Powerbook’s hard drive died. Blip. Just like that.

One drawback to blogging in the wee hours, as I do, is that my time is short at the computer. I sit down, type, nearly fall asleep, and then fall asleep. Hopefully, somewhere in there, I’ve recorded something important about my children or my daily experience (I’m trying to remember little things that I might otherwise forget, if I didn’t take the time to write).

So, while I’ve been dutiful to record moments of firsts and little epiphanies, nature walks, whatever, I’ve been forgetting to do the necessary backup work: I’ve been forgetting to back up my work. And I can’t say I haven’t been warned. Damon’s raised eyebrows more than once, pointing his finger at the hardware before going to bed. But it’s in his nature to back up his machines every night, to dock into that little corner of his office, rejuicing fones and updating files, compiling this and that, reconfiguring hard drives, installing this, extracting that, blah blah blah. It’s all so left-brain.

But look at me, the right-brained artist, the distracted mother, using the high-maintenance, technical, inorganic hyperjournal. It’s like asking a Moose to gether nuts for ye coming winter: sure, it can be done, but why bother? And what do moose eat, anyway?

What I need is a good squirrel, I guess. To keep me from losing another six months of priceless data. Actually, and FYI: some data may be recovered for $500-700. Just to drive the point home: Don’t be a moose. BACK IT UP!!!