I got a telephone call yesterday morning from the Apple store to tell me they think they figured out what is wrong with my iMac. The young lady said they replaced the CD/DVD drive again and the cable for it, and then they decided that the circuit board that my RAM plugs into is bad. They ordered a new one, and hopefully it will arrive and be installed on Tuesday so we can still leave town on Wednesday as scheduled. If not, we’ll shake up the Jello and hang around another day or two. That’s just one of the advantages of the fulltime RV lifestyle.
After our usual morning routine of checking e-mail and reading blogs, Miss Terry made us a light brunch, then I called Greg White to let him gloat, since he warned me going in not to be conned by Apple’s hype, telling me that they were just as prone to problems as Windows based computers. I’m still not sure he’s right, though. It seems like when you pay five or six times more for something, your problems should be more special in some way, shouldn’t they? Or maybe I’m the one who is special for falling for Apple’s crap?
The narrator who is working on the audio book version of my first Big Lake mystery novel uploaded three more chapters Saturday, and after I talked to Greg we reviewed them. It sounds great, and if everything stays on schedule the audio book should be available in July.
My next task was to send out the link to our new digital issue to our subscribers, as well as renewal notices to those whose subscriptions are due. That took a good part of the afternoon, and as always happens, we got a spurt of renewals coming in almost immediately. We sure do appreciate our loyal subscribers!
While I was working on that, Miss Terry was setting up a new weaving project. This one is more involved than the ones she has done so far, using much finer yarn and more of it, so it took her quite a while to get it warped and to dress the loom. I don’t really know what all of that means, but it involved lots of yarn strung out half the length of the motorhome. Just watching her was making me tired, so eventually I laid down on the couch and took a nap. When I woke up an hour later things still looked as confused, but Terry assured me she was making progress. I decided to take her word for it.
I’m not sure what’s in store for us today. We may visit Old Town and run a few errands. Or, now that Terry finally has her loom set up, she may want to stay home and weave. Either one works for me. For a fat guy, I’m pretty flexible.
Thought For The Day – Every book is a promise from the author and an act of faith from the reader. – Brandon Hale