So, I'm PC savy, really good at it. Still got messed up and am having to do a bunch of manual data recovery.
Microsoft quit supporting MSMoney. Got a new PC for home. Stuff got chewed up and lost all the Money data for our church's accounts. Gone, bye-bye, lost. No backup data recently enough to help. So, I'm back to the paper records and re-keying old data....which needs to be done so I can issue W2's etc., etc.
Crud.
Advice....always backup, always, always.
We've replaced Money with Quicken. I've paid their fee for backup service...puts my data on a computer in their house....worth every cent.
J
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Today I said goodbye to an old friend
In 2000, we moved into our "new" house. This house came with a family room on the patio level off the back of the house, and that became my personal hang out.
The room needed lots of work. It's roof was shot, there was carpet damage thanks to the leaky roof, and so on. We stripped all that stuff out and were in the process of figuring out what to do with the room when we ran into some really nice furniture at a garage sale. For $400 we got two Lazy Boy sofas and a big over-stuffed recliner. This furniture-set determined the color of the walls and the carpet and the rest of the room decor.
The recliner in particular was my friend for nearly 10 years. It was my refuge when coming home weary after a hard day's work. I couldn't count the number of nights I've spent in my recliner when I fell asleep in the middle of some fascinating TV show. Then there were the nights I spent in the recliner when I was fretting about work, or fretting about the lack of work. My chair was my refuge.
Then a couple or three years ago, the right arm became 'floppy'. The frame had broken. I made a patch that screwed to the outside, reinforcing the broken arm....not attractive, but functional.
Then one day I sat down and herd a loud pop. One of the seat springs had broken. Then a bit later another. My poor chair was dying by inches. The seat was now like sitting in a hole.
So Sue and I went shopping for new chairs...hers was not as bad as mine, but also dying.
We bought two lovely new leather recliners. Hers is a rocker. Mine doesn't rock, but in moves away from the wall when reclined. They are beautiful, comfortable, brand new chairs in a house that has been furnished with hand-me-downs for longer than I can remember.
All that said, a few minutes ago I came into my room to watch my TV and sat in this beautiful new chair, and it didn't feel right....not bad, just not the same. My old friend was gone.
Garrison Keillor would have some deep philosophical something to say about this. Give me a few weeks and I'll be just fine, but I sure wish my old, comfortable, accustomed chair hadn't had to die.
I love my new chair. It's everything a chair should be....but when I walk in and sit, my butt is still expecting the old chair, and it's a bit of a shock that my environment has changed.
Life goes on.
The room needed lots of work. It's roof was shot, there was carpet damage thanks to the leaky roof, and so on. We stripped all that stuff out and were in the process of figuring out what to do with the room when we ran into some really nice furniture at a garage sale. For $400 we got two Lazy Boy sofas and a big over-stuffed recliner. This furniture-set determined the color of the walls and the carpet and the rest of the room decor.
The recliner in particular was my friend for nearly 10 years. It was my refuge when coming home weary after a hard day's work. I couldn't count the number of nights I've spent in my recliner when I fell asleep in the middle of some fascinating TV show. Then there were the nights I spent in the recliner when I was fretting about work, or fretting about the lack of work. My chair was my refuge.
Then a couple or three years ago, the right arm became 'floppy'. The frame had broken. I made a patch that screwed to the outside, reinforcing the broken arm....not attractive, but functional.
Then one day I sat down and herd a loud pop. One of the seat springs had broken. Then a bit later another. My poor chair was dying by inches. The seat was now like sitting in a hole.
So Sue and I went shopping for new chairs...hers was not as bad as mine, but also dying.
We bought two lovely new leather recliners. Hers is a rocker. Mine doesn't rock, but in moves away from the wall when reclined. They are beautiful, comfortable, brand new chairs in a house that has been furnished with hand-me-downs for longer than I can remember.
All that said, a few minutes ago I came into my room to watch my TV and sat in this beautiful new chair, and it didn't feel right....not bad, just not the same. My old friend was gone.
Garrison Keillor would have some deep philosophical something to say about this. Give me a few weeks and I'll be just fine, but I sure wish my old, comfortable, accustomed chair hadn't had to die.
I love my new chair. It's everything a chair should be....but when I walk in and sit, my butt is still expecting the old chair, and it's a bit of a shock that my environment has changed.
Life goes on.
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