My work computer wouldn't start this morning.
No, actually, it started. I put it on standby last night when I stopped. The patient didn't fully respond when I took it out of standby this morning.
It was the KVM. I had V but no Keyboard and Mouse. It perplexed me since they use common connections except at the point of actualy connections.
The affair of trying to initiate proper connections with my computer reminded me of the days of yore. It's stormy outside, another round with the Pineapple Express delivering buckets of precipitation and howling winds wrenching at the house and trees. I felt cozy inside, huddled against nature's onslaught.
I remember days like this when Dad left for work, when we lived in a house but had not garage, forcing him to trudge out into stormy elements to leave for work. Returning, he hurried for the phone with a terse, sour, "Car won't start." Then he called his boss to deliver the news and began addressing the problem of starting the car.
I had my own days like that after turning sixteen. I had a four door forest green Mercury Comet. With snow and ice dominating our neighborhood, I rushed out and cleaned off snow to enter the car. The interior was a frozen coccoon. Seat plastic crunched as I moved around in a fog of steamy breath. Shivering and huddling, I insert the key. I wasn't thinking about starting the car, operating on auto as I went through the motions but then came that moment when the key was turned. A soft click answered. The starter stayed silent.
Back then, leaving with Dad, that meant a run back into the house through the weather to hold council with the family about what to do to get to school. What time was the bus? Did my stepmother need her car? Could she drive me or could Dad take me?
Later, I repeated Dad's episode, once with my Camaro in a snowy day in Fairborn, Ohio, and once with my Porsche in a rainy day in San Antonio, Texas, going out to drive to work only to discover my modern miracle wasn't going to deliver me anywhere that day without further coaxing. Then I trudge in to tell my wife, call into work and figure out what to do to start the wayward machine.
Today's modern miracle required closing some stuff, returning the system to standby and then bringing it online again. Miracle of miracles, that worked without rebooting the entire machine. K and M is restored to the V.
Master of my domain? Hell, I'm scarcely ruler of my mouse.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com