Doesn't seem to matter if the body belongs to a golf cart, a laptop, or a human - age takes its toll.
I'm not even going to go into details about the golf cart, there are enough blogs on here about that and it's just something that one has to expect with a 14-year-old golf cart that was never intended to be driven on the road, over topes and through sand, grass, and rocks. Oh, and over curbs...
Our poor golf cart was never designed to haul loads of cement blocks and bags of concrete. Or washing machines.
My laptop is 3.5 years old. It is a high-end model. I recently added memory and a larger hard drive because the hard drive that came with it 3.5 years ago was getting full and I was getting the odd error that made me nervous about its health. And I needed the extra space.
My last blog was about my weekend computer woes. Here's the follow-up:
My laptop worked fine all day Monday, with the hard drive that was supposedly not working (according to the diagnostics). But yesterday morning when I turned it on, I was greeted with the error that the drive was an unmountable, unbootable drive - or something to that effect. No number of reboots or attempts to bypass the problem could convince it otherwise. So I swapped out the new drive for the old drive, and at least was able to work all day. And this morning? I was greeted with the error that there was no hard drive - this was the old drive that worked fine all day yesterday, and the computer hadn't been moved all night. Yet this morning for some reason it didn't work. I took out some screws and reseated the drive, and thankfully it worked, but now I'm afraid to shut the darn thing off. I need this drive and its programs for the next 17 working days (oh yes, I'm counting down...). I'm actually suspicious the problem is not the drive but the hardward of the computer. Who knows? Just please get me to the end of the month and then I hardly care.
I'm getting older too. I'm old enough that the female hormones should be retired - everyone else my age and some even younger (like my sister) have ceased being fertile. My body has been doing this for a lot of years, and it's time to stop, I say. Finally this year I thought I'd reached the end; I went a few months without experiencing any monthly visits by the female hormone fairy. Then a surprise in June, and another one at the end of July. And this morning, signs that I was in for another sneak visit. Looking back I think these visits are triggered by stressful events. So there's the key, just avoid stress and all will be well.
I hope the golf cart and my laptop are listening!