She’s back!

That would be SamiGo iMac, my darling gem of a desktop computer that keeps me in touch with the world.

24-inch iMac

A few weeks ago she experienced a horrible medical catastrophe. For reasons unknown, she blew her hard drive, then in the next breath, her power supply.

I evac’d her to the closest Apple store (lucky me, I have several to choose from), where they rushed her to triage for emergency surgery. The procedure to replace her brain was complex and took forever. I rushed her home and plugged her in and … nothing.

I could have chewed glass or nails, I was so frustrated. Back to the hospital she went for further observation. A week later she was back with a new power supply installed. Thanks to an extended warranty I wisely bought, all the complex surgery cost me zero, zip, nada. Whew …

The best part of getting a fully restored and almost completely rebuilt computer was hooking her up to her lifeline, Time Machine.

For all of you non-Mac owners, listen up. This application is mind blowing, and now I speak with authority.

With iMac plugged in and idle, looking like a factory-ordered imposter, I took a deep breath and opened Time Machine. I asked it to restore my computer to Feb. 9. I got a progress bar and in about 50 minutes, my computer rebooted … and went back in time.

Gone was the impersonal, blank slate of a new hard drive. In its place was MY desktop, MY stuff, all of it. I hadn’t lost a drop of data, and it all sat there, waiting for me.

Hallelujah, praise Apple. I bow to the altar of the program writers who gave life to Time Machine.

Now all I have to do is convince the kitten, Noir, that this giant, shiny screen with a “mouse” on the move is not hers. It’s MINE!