The li’l computer is back online…just now. We’ll see how long that lasts. /eyeroll/
Several hours of galloping from pillar to post finally brought us to a store that could fix it: not surprisingly, an Apple store. This one, in a large shopping mall on the northwest side. So now this unit is operative.
When we got back to the Funny Farm, though, the big old desktop was acting up.
My son sat down to it and worked on it and worked on it and worked on it…. Several hours of working on the damn thing left us both short of temper. The upshot of that: a fine shouting match.
Once that got started, we both started getting madder and madder. He just roared out the door in a raging fit of high dudgeon. I, meanwhile, sink into a slough of stupidity…nothing I say helps, because I’m incapable of saying anything that helps.
The laptop still isn’t working right. I have no car, and so I can’t take it out tomorrow. There’s a computer store about six blocks away — my son abominates the place. Abomination or no, I guess I’ll have to take the thing there, even though my son has forbidden me to do so. (He hates the place, because it’s a hole-in-the-wall into which to stuff money.)
Without a car, I’m pretty helpless: if a destination isn’t within a couple of miles, I can’t get there.
What to do next?