We've named the new laptop "espresso." Because we name hardware in this family for some reason I've not determined, and because it's not shiny black plastic like "cricket," my previous (and now in someone else's hands) laptop; it's a lovely deep brown brushed metal. It's too big to be called "espresso," but "grande" didn't have the same ring. Coffee makes me happy.
HP ProBook 4720s, for those of you who find that interesting; 17.3 inch HD screen (hey, my eyes are aging!), Core i3, 500GB.
It has taken over a week to get the new equipment working, and working with the old equipment. It takes time to reconfigure and download drivers and setup the desktop and transfer your files (well, the ones that can even be recovered...), and get everything working together and working for you again, as you well know. Hopefully, none of you have to be reminded of that too often.
We've got LoJack now, and a Kensington lock, and they've opaqued my windows in the office so no one can see in, and the locks are changed so they can't be kicked in. The pastor walked in the other day, saw the windows and the closed blinds on the door and asked, "Can you breathe in here?" I'm hermetically sealed in here. But the laptop is safe.
I've got my very own Seagate external drive. I will back up. I will back up. I will not rely on the sync with the server to preserve my documents. I will back up. I DID learn how to backup my iPhone, restore it from the backup, and then sync it with my computer so that I did not lose all my Contacts and Calendar information. THAT was a relief.
The new laptop has been blessed and consecrated to God's service by the pastor. I say a quick prayer every time I open it on my desk.
And whoever took my laptop (and iPod :-( too!) is getting a LOT of prayers; every time I'm tempted to feel irritated by how much TIME this is taking, and how much work is not getting done, and the 18 months of work that have to be reinvented, I say a little prayer for those people. They need them.
I'm trying not to look at the mountain of work that is lost, and only deal with one shovelful at a time...I console myself somewhat by remembering that the Lord did most of the that work in the first place, and I trust that He can recreate what is necessary without any difficulty, if I'll just show up here with the willingness to put in the time and energy. And entrust all to Him.
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