That’s what it was, a simple plan.
I had ordered a new 500GB hard drive for my laptop, since I’m down to less that 5GB remaining space on my original hard drive. It came on Wednesday. All I had to do was:
- Install Mac OS X on the new drive.
- Migrate all my files to the new drive.
- Test boot the new drive
- Switch the old and new drives.
I’ll start the process on Friday, the start of the holiday weekend, plenty of time to do a pretty long task. So I go to One World Computing’s website to look at the video about installing the hard drive. Not even scary, but I realized I didn’t have any of the tools required. Should have watched the video first, I suppose, and then I could have ordered the 11-piece toolkit.
Not a problem, other than OWC not having it in stock. I order it from another company, and it arrives on Saturday. Fine, I’ll start this on Sunday.
Only I can’t find my Leopard install disk. I think it’s at school, where I’ve been trying to figure out how to install OS X on an old blue-and-white G3 that doesn’t have an internal DVD drive and doesn’t want to boot off an external drive.
Not a problem. I ask Marc to load me his install disk. He brings it to me this morning, Monday.
Only my DVD drive isn’t functioning. It’s been wonky its whole life, but now it’s failing utterly to read disks. I should have known this last weekend when I planned to play a new HD music DVD for the Lichtenbergians, but the computer kept rejecting the disk. Hm, bad disk, I thought. Nope: bad drive.
So now I have an appointment at the Genius Bar at Lenox Mall on Tuesday, 5:00 pm. My AppleCare plan is still in force, so perhaps they can just switch one out right there on the spot. Perhaps.
And after spreading all that wheat straw on the labyrinth yesterday, my allergies have kicked in full force. I am miserable. Poor me, all round. I’m blaming Glenn Beck. And James Inhofe.