Jim installed my new computer just last Tuesday, and I mastered enough of it by Wednesday to be comfortable. The truth is, like all the upgrades I’ve ever used, hoopla exceeded fact.
I even found a new checkbook program, paid fifteen dollars for it. I’ve checked it out and it’s more than adequate. I’ve put nothing in it so far.
It was Jim who boosted me to Google, years ago. “It’s the future, yada yada.” Whatever was my starter package, that’s what he encountered last Tuesday. I was chastised for not being “synched”. I do know synching; if I put something on my computer’s Google calendar, the event “synchs” to the other copy of the calendar I have, on my phone.
Everything but photos were backed up, ready to reinstall. I ran out of flash drives before I finished them, never made it to Staples, and would just rely on Jim to produce a spare drive and put all my photos on. “We’ll put them in the cloud,” he said.
And to the cloud they went. The cloud notified me I would run out of data in the near future, so for $15.99 I have enough cloud for the rest of my life. Jim “synched” my pictures, transferred my data, showed me how to turn the puppy off and on.
All my sister and I did the twenty years in business together, we did not master computers. Jim was our systems expert. We acquired him about the time Toby came on board, and I have a mental image of Jim in Jan’s chair, transferring files, with the kitten in his lap. Toby, who has grown into the coward of the county, squeezed himself from his hiding spot behind my desk, and supervised Windows 10 from the arm of the desk chair.
Scrolling through my files later in the afternoon, I found a picture from the short resurrection of my weaving career a few years ago. Not well focused, but any weaver knows what to do from this draw down. It’s the mother of all towels, my Shaker Towel.
I did not have enough thumb drive memory to back up photos because I realized that ruthless as I’d been culling photos, any one I’d edited was still saved in the Microsoft photo editing program, which is no longer supported. I still need to find a new, simple photo editor.
I already forwarded the picture to Richard, the fellow who wove towels I sent to Charles a couple of years ago. Dear Charles, who let the “big towel fish” get away. Before I email him, I’ll drop around the Art Academy and see if I can rent a four harness loom for a month or so. I’d even use a jack loom.