Where does the time go? Out the Window, 10 to be exact.
Aside from all other factors, our time in Hungary has forced me to grow in areas I would never have considered possible in the past. My critical thinking and analytical skills have had exponential growth over the years. Computers deserve the greatest percentage of the credit. From being totally dependent on others for assistance when my computer took a dive into the abyss, my learning curve has created some sharpened points toward independence.
This is not to say there have not been times when I have wanted to reach out or scream for assistance like a gang of thugs was mauling my body, but my persistence has paid off. For months now, this box of electrodes, wires and dear mother board has warned me that the Windows 10 version nestled soundly on my drive needs to be updated. The drive clearly made it sound like a transformation from a stick shift to an automatic transmission was necessary. Yet, there was something blocking the roadway to getting the holes patched properly.
After months of being nagged, I finally succumbed to exploring this error message at greater length. After reading dozens of articles explaining solutions, it did not take more than an hour of reading to realize most of the resolutions were above my pay grade or tech knowledge grade. One forum did have a response where the solution was spelled out step by step, so this seemed reasonable. This is where my critical thinking went on vacation. Rather than read the entire summary from beginning to end, instead, I started to do each step as I read. DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!!
Here is where things nosedived. The suggested option included the need for a new partition on the hard drive, named Y. As it only needed 100 bytes, it did not seem like a problem for space. After completing this small task, installation of Windows 10 update seamlessly progressed.
Patting myself on the back was a bit premature. When the computer restarted, I was faced with the blue screen of death. That damn Y partition was the culprit. Going back to the original place where I found it on the laptop computer, I read responses to this offering. Had I been comprehensive in my task, it would have been apparent that others have tried this solution with the same consequences I encountered.
Bile rose in my throat, but with great determination, I knew this was my problem to fix. Thankfully, we are a multi-computer family, giving multiple choices for repair options. The trick was to find the one within my scope of knowledge. One saving grace was my foresight in creating a Windows Rescue Disc. Generally, this is at the top of my procrastination list, but some niggly little voice urged me to do it and I did.
With this disk, I could run the computer as usual. The glitch here was that all the restore points were missing. That shot my idea of rolling the computer back to pre-screw-up. No matter what I tried, I could not keep the computer in the state it was in with the recovery disc, but I could continually use it to boot up.
After two hours of playing around, it seemed the final resolution was to reinstall Windows 10. There is nothing I hate more than reformatting a computer that already has dozens of programs installed on it. Well, I do hate liver more, so reformatting is the second thing I hate most.
Rather than go in panic mode, I stayed level-headed and thought the process through. Knowing the C: drive would be wiped, it was imperative to copy all thing of importance from the desktop to another drive. After copying documents from the desktop and the Documents and Download folders, I was about to begin. Then I flashed on my Outlook backup files. They were safely residing on another drive as well. All systems were a GO!
The entire process was faster and less painful than I expected. All my documents remained, not wiped clean as I had anticipated, but as dreaded, all the programs were cremated. Before adding a single program, I checked for Windows updates twice. It was of utmost importance to be certain the Windows 10 was in prime condition.
There were two things that made this reinstalling of programs so much easier. Recently, I had discovered a nifty program called Ninite. https://ninite.com/ Ninite promises “Install and Update All Your Programs at Once – No toolbars. No clicking next. Just pick your apps and go.”. It is a wonderful solution and time saver. Once at their website, you click the boxes of the programs you want installed or upgraded to the latest version. Then click on “Get Your Ninite”. This downloads a file, which you click on and then from there it magically installs all the programs you clicked effortlessly.
Having another brainstorm months ago, knowing I would be getting a new laptop, I uploaded the programs I generally use into my Dropbox account. To reinstall them, all I had to do was click on the link and then download. What would normally have taken me a day, took about three hours. I am a program hoarder, but with some sorting and deleting this time around, it too a lesser chunk of time.
For those of you who have not used a PC or are a diehard Apple fan, I say to you I do not trust Apples, look what it did to Adam. Apple maintains a wall around their products like Trump’s view of immigration. They are selective of who they let in, but maintain dominance like a shrew leader. Apples are for the non-thinking person who wants things easy, but the accusations of planned obsolescence appear more frequently than ever, though the media caught on and reported this over a decade ago. The iPhone is a perfect example, but upgrades to computers are slow to appear. Apple owners once had bragging rights regarding the lack of viruses they were subject to, but that was only because the market share of Apples was so measly, it was not worthy of hackers’ time to bother. That too has changed.
Stepping off my high horse for a minute, we need to explore the Galaxy. Ron and I both have an unlocked Galaxy 5 phone. We purchased these as the 6 model was coming on the market. After reading dozens of reviews, there were not enough perks in spending more for the Galaxy 6 when the Galaxy 5 would do us well until Galaxy 7 or 8 entices us with its charms.
Ron had found the camera embedded in his phone to be superior, hence his point and shoot camera, now abandoned, resides in a drawer. For his birthday, I found lens attachments specifically for the Galaxy 5 and he uses them almost daily. However, this has been one problem. The back of the phone needs a specific replacement for the lens kit to fit on; therefore, a protective cover no longer fits the camera. It would be beyond cumbersome to do a switch off every time the camera was to be used.
Now it must be said that in the 15 years (come December) that we have lived in Hungary, we have both had mobile phones. Never in that time have we dropped a phone. Ron broke his record by letting his phone slip from his hands while doing some household task. The screen started changing into purple dots like a case of mobile chickenpox. By the end of the day, it was a total epidemic; purple screen of death appeared. Nothing was visible.
Again, Googling the remedy led to a YouTube video. Shortly after hear the tutorial say “You will need a heat gun and a giant suction cup to get off the screen” I stopped listening. We took it to Samsung for the repair. This was not easy considering this is a four-day holiday weekend. Spooky, huh?