Happy Birthday, Luke
Thursday, April 22nd, 2010The UPS lady rang my buzzer this afternoon. I opened my front door. She held up the envelope.
“My memory is here,” I yelped.
“It is,” she said.
It was the memory for my Mac Book Pro. Which I tried to install myself - big mistake. First, I can’t see. The screws that open the memory cage on my Mac are no bigger than a period at the end of a sentence. Fortunately, I have a magnet screwdriver and reading glasses so I went to work. Installing memory is harder than it sounds. Or maybe not. Anyway, I took out the old memory first, no small feat. Then I inserted the first half of the whole Gigga Byte memory on the bottom and then inserted the second half on top of the first Gigga Byte me. Happy with myself, I used my handy magnetic screwdriver to fasten down the memory cage, put the battery back in and turned on my Mac. Blink - Blink - Blink - that was all the power light did. The computer would not come on. So, what to do? I pulled the new memory out.
Then Luke arrived. First thing he saw was all the discarded memory lying on the living room floor. So naturally I explain about buying the new memory and installing it even though I had a hunch I had no business opening up the back of a Mac.
Luke grabbed a beer and sat down.
“What was wrong with the old memory?”
He had a point.
“I just thought we needed more,” I said.
“We have enough,” he said.
And then he used my magnetic screwdriver and slid the old memory back in. And the Mac came on.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKE ! (Oh, how I love to laugh with you.)