Jun 2006
Well...?
So what do
you think? You like it? You hate it? It's a new look
anyhow.. I don't know if I will keep it or not, but
we'll give it a few days to sink in.
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Just Like Mommy Does
And so it goes
It’s
official!
Our little girl went to her first day of school today. Well, ok…it wasn’t really her ‘official’ first day. Her official first day of preschool will be next Tuesday. Scott and I spent an hour there with Cady yesterday, as an initial visit. But, Cady was invited back to school today to spend 3 hours without Mama and Baba there. She’ll be back again for two full days next week, then she'll start going full time Monday thru Friday, beginning on July 3rd, when I start back to work. She adores one of the teachers already, Miss Rommi. Miss Rommi was there yesterday and she stuck to her like glue. She's from India, and looks similar to Cady's nanny at the orphanage, so that might have something to do with it. Miss Rommi smiles a lot, and is constantly doing things that invite the children to think and participate. We're very impressed with this school thus far. The facility is beautiful, in a very safe location, and the staff is top notch. Today, while Cady was in class by herself, I was able to view her from the principal’s office for as long as I wanted, because there's a video system to monitor every classroom. Cady seemed very comfortable and I could tell she felt safe from the moment we stepped in to the room for the interview yesterday, and today she responded the same way. I watched the camera screen today from the principal's office for a little over half an hour. Then I left with the intention of running a few weekly errands. I drove home instead. I’m not sure why, really.
So now, here I am.
There are always more errands that I don’t do during the day because toting around a toddler to run errands is difficult, to say the least. I'd rather be spending my coveted time with Cady going out on her terms; walks, MyGym and gardening. Otherwise, when I go out with Cady, I have a long check list of things to carry: diapers, wipes, snacks, bottled water, bottle of juice, extra set of clothes, a few small toys.
”And did I remember to put sunscreen on her? Where is the sunscreen? Will I have enough time run both errands before nap time? Which one errand is most important to get done today? Did she actually eat any of her breakfast this morning? When was her last poop?” And, although she likes car rides, the car gets uncomfortably hot when parked outside.
…..All of these thoughts and more are what determine how or if I will conduct my errands for the day outside of the home. But I came home, to wait for pick-up time instead. I thought I would jump at the opportunity to have some 'free' time. And yet, here I am, at home, waiting for the time that I can go back to get my sweet girl.
So now, here I am.
My daughter has started school. For the next 15 years of my little girl’s life, she will be in school, and that’s before she goes to college. I know she needs the brain food, and she is very much ready for a preschool environment. It’s a bittersweet feeling for me now. But oh, how exciting it is for her. As I walked with Cady this morning, the principal reached down and offered Cady her hand. Cady gladly accepted the gesture as she half-toddled and half-marched into the room. She scanned her surroundings, found the teacher, and sat right down for circle time and a book. My heart swelled with pride, as I stood in the corner and watched Cady. She looked on, completely captivated by her teacher and her surroundings.
I realized at that moment, this was the beginning of something entirely new for us as a family.
Open houses, ice cream socials, pot lucks, recitals, school concerts, science fair projects, first-day-of-school jitters, best friends, sleepovers & birthday parties.
Our universe shifted, just a little today.
As I looked past the toddler room window behind Cady, and into the playground area, I could see the Pre-K students outside. They were busy with their teachers getting ready for their graduation ceremony tonight. I could also hear the traditional graduation music playing behind the dual pane windows, as they prepared for the big event. What an exciting time for those children. What an exciting time for my daughter. As the pre-K children were preparing for their next milestone, so was Cady.
I once read that kindergarten got it's first start in Germany. It's been said that the person who started the first kindergarten, Friedrich Froebel, needed a name for his pre-grade school classes. He looked for a word to describe an experience that would cultivate children like plants and let them bloom like flowers, he called it a children’s garden, hence, Kinder-Garten. What a beautiful sentiment. I thought about that definition today as I admired my daughter experiencing school. I thought about the shifting of our time together. And I thought about her future.
Below is an accumulation of those thoughts for my daughter.
Seedling
A delightful seedling was planted this day.
Her colors and shapes are still unknown.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
Her size is tiny, but she possesses great strengths.
She’ll be loved and nurtured, and soon she'll be grown.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
So, attach yourself firmly, my little one.
I'll be here with you. In time it will show.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
And when her growing is done, and my harvest complete,
She’ll cultivate a new garden, and have her own seedlings to sow.
But for now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
Our little girl went to her first day of school today. Well, ok…it wasn’t really her ‘official’ first day. Her official first day of preschool will be next Tuesday. Scott and I spent an hour there with Cady yesterday, as an initial visit. But, Cady was invited back to school today to spend 3 hours without Mama and Baba there. She’ll be back again for two full days next week, then she'll start going full time Monday thru Friday, beginning on July 3rd, when I start back to work. She adores one of the teachers already, Miss Rommi. Miss Rommi was there yesterday and she stuck to her like glue. She's from India, and looks similar to Cady's nanny at the orphanage, so that might have something to do with it. Miss Rommi smiles a lot, and is constantly doing things that invite the children to think and participate. We're very impressed with this school thus far. The facility is beautiful, in a very safe location, and the staff is top notch. Today, while Cady was in class by herself, I was able to view her from the principal’s office for as long as I wanted, because there's a video system to monitor every classroom. Cady seemed very comfortable and I could tell she felt safe from the moment we stepped in to the room for the interview yesterday, and today she responded the same way. I watched the camera screen today from the principal's office for a little over half an hour. Then I left with the intention of running a few weekly errands. I drove home instead. I’m not sure why, really.
So now, here I am.
There are always more errands that I don’t do during the day because toting around a toddler to run errands is difficult, to say the least. I'd rather be spending my coveted time with Cady going out on her terms; walks, MyGym and gardening. Otherwise, when I go out with Cady, I have a long check list of things to carry: diapers, wipes, snacks, bottled water, bottle of juice, extra set of clothes, a few small toys.
”And did I remember to put sunscreen on her? Where is the sunscreen? Will I have enough time run both errands before nap time? Which one errand is most important to get done today? Did she actually eat any of her breakfast this morning? When was her last poop?” And, although she likes car rides, the car gets uncomfortably hot when parked outside.
…..All of these thoughts and more are what determine how or if I will conduct my errands for the day outside of the home. But I came home, to wait for pick-up time instead. I thought I would jump at the opportunity to have some 'free' time. And yet, here I am, at home, waiting for the time that I can go back to get my sweet girl.
So now, here I am.
My daughter has started school. For the next 15 years of my little girl’s life, she will be in school, and that’s before she goes to college. I know she needs the brain food, and she is very much ready for a preschool environment. It’s a bittersweet feeling for me now. But oh, how exciting it is for her. As I walked with Cady this morning, the principal reached down and offered Cady her hand. Cady gladly accepted the gesture as she half-toddled and half-marched into the room. She scanned her surroundings, found the teacher, and sat right down for circle time and a book. My heart swelled with pride, as I stood in the corner and watched Cady. She looked on, completely captivated by her teacher and her surroundings.
I realized at that moment, this was the beginning of something entirely new for us as a family.
Open houses, ice cream socials, pot lucks, recitals, school concerts, science fair projects, first-day-of-school jitters, best friends, sleepovers & birthday parties.
Our universe shifted, just a little today.
As I looked past the toddler room window behind Cady, and into the playground area, I could see the Pre-K students outside. They were busy with their teachers getting ready for their graduation ceremony tonight. I could also hear the traditional graduation music playing behind the dual pane windows, as they prepared for the big event. What an exciting time for those children. What an exciting time for my daughter. As the pre-K children were preparing for their next milestone, so was Cady.
I once read that kindergarten got it's first start in Germany. It's been said that the person who started the first kindergarten, Friedrich Froebel, needed a name for his pre-grade school classes. He looked for a word to describe an experience that would cultivate children like plants and let them bloom like flowers, he called it a children’s garden, hence, Kinder-Garten. What a beautiful sentiment. I thought about that definition today as I admired my daughter experiencing school. I thought about the shifting of our time together. And I thought about her future.
Below is an accumulation of those thoughts for my daughter.
Seedling
A delightful seedling was planted this day.
Her colors and shapes are still unknown.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
Her size is tiny, but she possesses great strengths.
She’ll be loved and nurtured, and soon she'll be grown.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
So, attach yourself firmly, my little one.
I'll be here with you. In time it will show.
So now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
And when her growing is done, and my harvest complete,
She’ll cultivate a new garden, and have her own seedlings to sow.
But for now, here I am.
And there she is.
And so it goes.
Here I am
OK so
I’ve been on sabbatical for quite a while now,
letting Scott do all the typing and creativity.
There are a few reasons for that. First, he has
the Apple computer(s) at his L shaped desk, and my PC
is on the other side of the room. Now, first
glance would indicate that he is segregating the PC
from his Apples. But, in fact, I have my
own…old…worn out desk that houses my
old…worn out PC. I’m too practical,
so I find it difficult giving up my tattered desk
that doubles as a bill holder/CD stacker/important
Cady papers/everything else one can imagine, from
stapler to Cady’s crayons. It
wobbles and it tilts, but I can’t find another
like it. My PC is about to bite the dust
too. Every time I turn it off, then back on, I
get a message that I am due for a system failure and
that backing up my system is a really good
idea. I’ve given it some thought
and have decided to take the plunge. I’m
getting an Apple. That will serve two
purposes. First, I will be able to put this old
thing to rest with dignity. And second, but
most importantly, I will be able to publish onto our
blog as my whims and time allows, without trying to
find the time to use his computer, or asking him to
post my entries for me, via an email exchange.
OK, Scott O, you can now rejoice in the bliss
of yet another Apple user returned safely
home.
Now, on to the sole purpose for having a computer and internet access (besides Yahoo games), and that would be journaling my thoughts and feelings for and about my little girl’s world.
Father’s Day for Cady’s Baba was everything he had asked for, and more. Actually they were fairly simple requests. He had requested two things.
One: to be in a No-poop zone for the day. This being, he would get the day off from diaper duty, from retrieving a variety of things that I forget on my quest to clean or manage Cady’s needs. But he would, instead, get all the hugs, kisses, lap sitting and plain ole Baba admiration from his little girl. The funny thing is, she moved right in to character. There were at least 3 or 4 times during the day that she asked for him, and then went to find him just for a kiss or a hug. She loved her Baba attention so much that she cried at least once when he tried to put her down.
And two: To get something artistic from Cady. For the artistic part, Cady and I made chocolate chip cookies. She also spent time finger painting for him. And although I’m not sure she understood the concept that the cookies and messy art were for Baba, she had fun creating both. And I had fun sharing girl time with her.
I really am in awe at times when I realize I have a little girl with whom to share my world and my life. She is so well rounded, it astounds me. She is quick to get her hands dirty and play tomboy, but is also such a girly-girl that she’s the first to admire a good piece of plastic jewelry, a ‘pretty’ for her hair, or a plastic watch, or beautiful monkey pajamas. She loves to dance. And she changes pace with the beat and tempo of the music, as Scott’s video shows. My dad said it the best. When I spoke to him tonight, he said, “She knows the cadence of the music”. I said, “yeah…..” Paused. Then, realized that it’s true. She gives hugs willingly, and while she gives them, she says “ugggggs, uggggs, ugggggs”. She hears children crying and then makes the same sound, as if in empathy for that child. My daughter loves when the wind blows in her face. She looks out to the distance, as if she wants to know where it comes from. Then, she smiles and lets it blow in her face anyway. And her eyes…her eyes can melt anyone’s heart. If eyes truly are the passage to the soul, she’s deep, convincing and compassionate. When she hears me come home and walk in the back door, her feet pitter-patter down the hallway and she greets me with sentences full of adventure. I’m positive she is telling me what she did with Baba, and asking me if I got her anything at the store, and telling me she loves me. How am I sure of this? Because, sometimes she greets me in this manner with intermittent words of, “uggggs, uggggs, uggggs!”
While I watched my little girl love her father, I did a lot of reflecting. I thought about times with my own father. The bed time stories he would tell, the love he gave me. I thought about my son and about my daughter. I thought about the passage of time, and how children live in the moment. Today I lived in the moment, all day. I hope Scott had as wonderful of a Father’s Day as I did.
Now, on to the sole purpose for having a computer and internet access (besides Yahoo games), and that would be journaling my thoughts and feelings for and about my little girl’s world.
Father’s Day for Cady’s Baba was everything he had asked for, and more. Actually they were fairly simple requests. He had requested two things.
One: to be in a No-poop zone for the day. This being, he would get the day off from diaper duty, from retrieving a variety of things that I forget on my quest to clean or manage Cady’s needs. But he would, instead, get all the hugs, kisses, lap sitting and plain ole Baba admiration from his little girl. The funny thing is, she moved right in to character. There were at least 3 or 4 times during the day that she asked for him, and then went to find him just for a kiss or a hug. She loved her Baba attention so much that she cried at least once when he tried to put her down.
And two: To get something artistic from Cady. For the artistic part, Cady and I made chocolate chip cookies. She also spent time finger painting for him. And although I’m not sure she understood the concept that the cookies and messy art were for Baba, she had fun creating both. And I had fun sharing girl time with her.
I really am in awe at times when I realize I have a little girl with whom to share my world and my life. She is so well rounded, it astounds me. She is quick to get her hands dirty and play tomboy, but is also such a girly-girl that she’s the first to admire a good piece of plastic jewelry, a ‘pretty’ for her hair, or a plastic watch, or beautiful monkey pajamas. She loves to dance. And she changes pace with the beat and tempo of the music, as Scott’s video shows. My dad said it the best. When I spoke to him tonight, he said, “She knows the cadence of the music”. I said, “yeah…..” Paused. Then, realized that it’s true. She gives hugs willingly, and while she gives them, she says “ugggggs, uggggs, ugggggs”. She hears children crying and then makes the same sound, as if in empathy for that child. My daughter loves when the wind blows in her face. She looks out to the distance, as if she wants to know where it comes from. Then, she smiles and lets it blow in her face anyway. And her eyes…her eyes can melt anyone’s heart. If eyes truly are the passage to the soul, she’s deep, convincing and compassionate. When she hears me come home and walk in the back door, her feet pitter-patter down the hallway and she greets me with sentences full of adventure. I’m positive she is telling me what she did with Baba, and asking me if I got her anything at the store, and telling me she loves me. How am I sure of this? Because, sometimes she greets me in this manner with intermittent words of, “uggggs, uggggs, uggggs!”
While I watched my little girl love her father, I did a lot of reflecting. I thought about times with my own father. The bed time stories he would tell, the love he gave me. I thought about my son and about my daughter. I thought about the passage of time, and how children live in the moment. Today I lived in the moment, all day. I hope Scott had as wonderful of a Father’s Day as I did.
It's my day! It's my day!!
So I
mentioned earlier about my computer failing, with a
bad logic board and hard drive, and I spoke about my
faith in Apple's service. Check this out and note
that we paid for none of this. Apple does all of this
using express shipping at their expense. We set up
the repair on a Monday, and Apple overnighted a
custom box to me which arrived on Tuesday. If we had
been better prepared, we could have had this box
packed and shipped out right away on Tuesday, but we
weren't, so I packed it up on Tuesday night and set
up the pickup with DHL on Wednesday. Count the days
now with me: DHL picks up my computer on Wednesday
afternoon, and overnights it to the Apple repair
depot. Thursday morning, Apple receives the computer,
tests to identify the issues, replaces the logic
board, a cable, and the hard drive, installs a clean
operating system, verifies the repais as successful,
and DHL picks it up from the repair center on the
same day. On Friday morning, DHL is knocking on our
front door to deliver my computer back home.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. That's it. That's all
they needed for replacing the second most complicated
component in the computer (I think the display would
be harder) and a couple of other components. This is
one of the many reasons that Apple is tops in service
and support. Eat it Dell. Eat it Gateway. A 3 day
turnaround for a repair is actually expected from our
customers. Never promised but most always achieved.
Kudos to DHL as well for their service, as they delivered at 9:30 in the morning during the only hour that Karen had to be out of the house for a doctor's appointment for Cady. When Karen called them to appeal to them to try to deliver again on Friday (they had it set to re-attempt on next business day) they asked the driver to re-attempt and she did, so I didn't have to wait until Monday to get my computer back.It was a very nice way to end a distressing situation.
So what else has been happening since my last meaningful entry? I guess I can't complain about a low number of comments for the site considering it's been nearly a month since I have included any content outside of some pictures and movies, though they certainly have been adorable, RIGHT? I've been back to work full time for a while, and I've been very sick for a greater part of that time. Not the Idontwannaworkitis that I have experienced once in awhile, or any kind of sickness from not being with my baby girl all day and every day, though I miss her each and every moment that we're apart. I am still amazed by her continually, and if this little girl understood just how much I love her, she would control my every move. Hopefully by the time she does understand those kinds of things more, I will be able to conceal it just enough that she won't completely own me. Well, she will always completely own me, but hopefully she won't ever realize it enough to test it so often. So I have been sick, and last night after Cady and Momma made cookied for me for Father's Day, she started showing symptoms too. She was getting extremely hot, and we brought out the thermometer, and tried to take her temperature. She didn't want any of that, so we managed to get the thermometer under her arm enough to watch the temperature rise upwards of 103+. We were very worried, but, unable to accept the accuracy of the measurement under the conditions (clothing and all the squirming can really affect a reading) we opted to give her a cool bath which seemed to help out a whole lot. We got her to bed, and watched her carefully, and she made it through the night. It tears me up to see her sick, particularly with a cold that I likely gave to her. A good friend at work (thanks Ted) stopped me in my worrying to tell me that I can NOT blame myself for these things, or it will kill me. I struggle with it, but we're all going to be ok.
So what other news of Cady? She is, as always, incredible. At her worst, she is clingy. She has gained most of her baby teeth, and without actually checking in her mouth, we never even know anything is happening in there. Whether the incoming teeth hurt her or not we have no idea, but she doesn't cry about it or even get cranky. Karen considers me as the one who will have to keep her mind thinking and growing intellectually, but she seems to have no idea just how wonderfully she is doing with that all on her own during the daytime when I am working. She knows so much and still understands everything. She knows everything we say, and understands it all in such a wonderful way. She knows more words than we can count, and I keep trying to build enough desire to try to make a list. It's hard to count the words, as some of them are not proper, though we know exactly what she is saying. Some sound like the words we know, so they would count, right? This is the issue with counting the words, and the reason I haven't and may not do it. This girl is smart. We know it, she knows it, everyone who meets her sees it almost immediately.
We have selected our child care facility for when Karen goes back to work. She will be enrolled in Merryhill School. We truly enjoyed not just the facilities, but the very apparent commitment to the children's learning and development. We're happy with the choice, even if sad that such a choice becomes necessary. I still wish that one of us could stay home always with her. Yes she needs to be exposed to an environment with lots of children, but I also want to feel that she will be given every opportunity to have an environment which will allow her to advance as rapidly as she is comfortable with. I stress that I am not looking towards always pushing her. I want her to be a child as well, and I want her to play, and be as creative as she likes. This does not have to be independent of learning and advancing though. With all of our research, Merryhill will be good for her. It will just be hard on me.
And so it's Daddy's Day today. My request for my only gift for this day is to be able to do whatever I want. I had expected that this would give me time to write some, maybe take a nap, and maybe work with my newly returned computer. Interestingly enough, I started writing this posting here at the time you see. I began this at 9AM. It's now noon, and I have written pieces, followed by Cady hugs and a little writing. Playing with Cady and a little writing. Sitting with Cady and a little writing. Dancing with Cady and a little writing. Dinner with the Playschool king and queen (and horse) and a little writing. Helping Cady feed Tyrone and Uniqua and put them to bed and yes, a little more writing.
My Father's Day present is to be able to do anything I want.
It's working perfectly so far.
Kudos to DHL as well for their service, as they delivered at 9:30 in the morning during the only hour that Karen had to be out of the house for a doctor's appointment for Cady. When Karen called them to appeal to them to try to deliver again on Friday (they had it set to re-attempt on next business day) they asked the driver to re-attempt and she did, so I didn't have to wait until Monday to get my computer back.It was a very nice way to end a distressing situation.
So what else has been happening since my last meaningful entry? I guess I can't complain about a low number of comments for the site considering it's been nearly a month since I have included any content outside of some pictures and movies, though they certainly have been adorable, RIGHT? I've been back to work full time for a while, and I've been very sick for a greater part of that time. Not the Idontwannaworkitis that I have experienced once in awhile, or any kind of sickness from not being with my baby girl all day and every day, though I miss her each and every moment that we're apart. I am still amazed by her continually, and if this little girl understood just how much I love her, she would control my every move. Hopefully by the time she does understand those kinds of things more, I will be able to conceal it just enough that she won't completely own me. Well, she will always completely own me, but hopefully she won't ever realize it enough to test it so often. So I have been sick, and last night after Cady and Momma made cookied for me for Father's Day, she started showing symptoms too. She was getting extremely hot, and we brought out the thermometer, and tried to take her temperature. She didn't want any of that, so we managed to get the thermometer under her arm enough to watch the temperature rise upwards of 103+. We were very worried, but, unable to accept the accuracy of the measurement under the conditions (clothing and all the squirming can really affect a reading) we opted to give her a cool bath which seemed to help out a whole lot. We got her to bed, and watched her carefully, and she made it through the night. It tears me up to see her sick, particularly with a cold that I likely gave to her. A good friend at work (thanks Ted) stopped me in my worrying to tell me that I can NOT blame myself for these things, or it will kill me. I struggle with it, but we're all going to be ok.
So what other news of Cady? She is, as always, incredible. At her worst, she is clingy. She has gained most of her baby teeth, and without actually checking in her mouth, we never even know anything is happening in there. Whether the incoming teeth hurt her or not we have no idea, but she doesn't cry about it or even get cranky. Karen considers me as the one who will have to keep her mind thinking and growing intellectually, but she seems to have no idea just how wonderfully she is doing with that all on her own during the daytime when I am working. She knows so much and still understands everything. She knows everything we say, and understands it all in such a wonderful way. She knows more words than we can count, and I keep trying to build enough desire to try to make a list. It's hard to count the words, as some of them are not proper, though we know exactly what she is saying. Some sound like the words we know, so they would count, right? This is the issue with counting the words, and the reason I haven't and may not do it. This girl is smart. We know it, she knows it, everyone who meets her sees it almost immediately.
We have selected our child care facility for when Karen goes back to work. She will be enrolled in Merryhill School. We truly enjoyed not just the facilities, but the very apparent commitment to the children's learning and development. We're happy with the choice, even if sad that such a choice becomes necessary. I still wish that one of us could stay home always with her. Yes she needs to be exposed to an environment with lots of children, but I also want to feel that she will be given every opportunity to have an environment which will allow her to advance as rapidly as she is comfortable with. I stress that I am not looking towards always pushing her. I want her to be a child as well, and I want her to play, and be as creative as she likes. This does not have to be independent of learning and advancing though. With all of our research, Merryhill will be good for her. It will just be hard on me.
And so it's Daddy's Day today. My request for my only gift for this day is to be able to do whatever I want. I had expected that this would give me time to write some, maybe take a nap, and maybe work with my newly returned computer. Interestingly enough, I started writing this posting here at the time you see. I began this at 9AM. It's now noon, and I have written pieces, followed by Cady hugs and a little writing. Playing with Cady and a little writing. Sitting with Cady and a little writing. Dancing with Cady and a little writing. Dinner with the Playschool king and queen (and horse) and a little writing. Helping Cady feed Tyrone and Uniqua and put them to bed and yes, a little more writing.
My Father's Day present is to be able to do anything I want.
It's working perfectly so far.
Wheee
When Computers Fail
So it should never need to be said, but it often does
have to be said, usually after a system failure, you
should always back up your computer data to an
external source. I had done some backups of the most
critical and irreplaceable information on my
computer, namely my photos, videos, email, and music.
I had not completely backed up that which was less
critical though, meaning some system preference
files, some of my favorite bookmarks, and most
notably, this site. The past week was spent doing
everything short of physically rebuilding the hard
drive to try to recover the data. Fortunately I had
done the split from
Chapter 1
a couple of weeks ago, so that site will remain whole
and untouched. I had a backup at the time that I
split it, so I was able to rebuild this current
Chapter 2 site with only a few hours of work, and
with only a few small quirks, which, unless you are
really attentive, you are likely to not notice. The
remaining lost information is only inconvenient to
replace, so all is essentially ok.
So my beloved PowerBook has a few problems, and will not start up. It's alright, no need to worry. I have AppleCare, and it will be covered, so in a short time I will have it back and running well. Now, I've always been a huge advocate of Apple computers and software, and this has not changed. Computer hardware fails no matter who makes it, and Apple's track record for the durability of their products is quite impressive. But a portable computer is exactly that. Something that you move around, and if you are like me, it's something you move around a lot. In time, stress points may fail, and in my case, had failed. If you own a portable computer from any manufacturer, you would be well advised to have any and every extended repair contract available to that system.
So I'm working from a backup computer, and though it is much slower than my PowerBook, I can return to writing and sharing everything with you. It's not likely that I will include any video though until my precious comes back to me, as this backup computer is quite limited in capability.
For the moment, I just post to give you this update and I will start giving more Cady news soon. We're all doing well, and appreciate you for reading.
Last note: I took the leap and actually registered a domain name for the site. You can now locate this page by going to http://www.cadychase.com/ . It's a redirect, so for those of you who have the site bookmarked, you will never have to change those links. Going to the cadychase.com address only re-routes the page over to this current one, so, once again, you will have no need to change your bookmarks or your bloglines feeds.
Thanks again.
So my beloved PowerBook has a few problems, and will not start up. It's alright, no need to worry. I have AppleCare, and it will be covered, so in a short time I will have it back and running well. Now, I've always been a huge advocate of Apple computers and software, and this has not changed. Computer hardware fails no matter who makes it, and Apple's track record for the durability of their products is quite impressive. But a portable computer is exactly that. Something that you move around, and if you are like me, it's something you move around a lot. In time, stress points may fail, and in my case, had failed. If you own a portable computer from any manufacturer, you would be well advised to have any and every extended repair contract available to that system.
So I'm working from a backup computer, and though it is much slower than my PowerBook, I can return to writing and sharing everything with you. It's not likely that I will include any video though until my precious comes back to me, as this backup computer is quite limited in capability.
For the moment, I just post to give you this update and I will start giving more Cady news soon. We're all doing well, and appreciate you for reading.
Last note: I took the leap and actually registered a domain name for the site. You can now locate this page by going to http://www.cadychase.com/ . It's a redirect, so for those of you who have the site bookmarked, you will never have to change those links. Going to the cadychase.com address only re-routes the page over to this current one, so, once again, you will have no need to change your bookmarks or your bloglines feeds.
Thanks again.
