I updated my computer on Monday. That is to say, I transferred data from my six-year-old iMac to my new iMac, so that I could give my old iMac to Al, because my really old iMac that he was using for several years finally up and died. It was time for an upgrade, anyway, and so I made the business investment. I’ve favored Apple computers for more than a decade, now, not only because they’re so intuitive, but also because the keyboard is very easy on my hands. Any other computer keyboard feels like I’m banging on an old manual typewriter—that is to say, painful.
Things did not go smoothly. Following Apple’s instructions, I updated the operating system on my old iMac to the latest version before trying to transfer data between the two machines. But the new iMac, to my surprise and annoyance, did not have the latest OS version. So I had to first update the new iMac.
Issues arose, so I spoke with a very patient Apple tech support guy for at least an hour, trying to get the two machines to speak to each other. At last, the data transfer began successfully. Expecting it to complete overnight, I went upstairs to bed. Shortly after I woke up Monday morning, I checked progress. My old iMac had shut down 12 minutes before the multi-hour transfer process had completed. Back to Square One.
And so, I started the process all over again, with more Apple tech support. My biggest issue, other than tossing my entire morning out the window, was that I had to run a Zoom meeting at noon, and the estimated time for the data migration to complete was about five hours.
My only other option to run the meeting was my aging MacBook Air, which has not worked properly for at least a year because its memory is clogged up (hmmm, sounds familiar). So I asked the tech gal for help with that. She ended up handing me off to one of their senior tech gals, who spent another hour with me trying to free up memory. We never could figure out the basic issue, but I was able to meet my Zoom deadline.
I have to say that Apple support guys and gals are great. Knowledgeable, patient, and really try to help you solve the problems. A good thing, because the next issue arose when I tried to print from my now up-and-running new iMac, and my printer wouldn’t respond. Searching for info about the printer, whether it needed a new printer driver, etc., etc., only confused me more. So I called Apple support once again.
This time, after checking all the obvious stuff (so I thought), the tech support gal asked me if my printer was on the same wireless network as my iMac. Lo and behold, the WIFI had disconnected when I had unplugged the printer and plugged it back in, in the process of prior finagling with all the plugs and wires involved in the data transfer. I was able reconnect the printer to the WIFI and . . . it worked!
So, other than some more annoying app housecleaning, I am now writing on my new iMac with pleasure. And here comes the obvious conclusion: We’re so dependent on our computers. They are amazing tools when they work as intended. They are utterly frustrating when they don’t. If I’d been smarter, I would have set aside an entire day to make this transition, knowing that something would inevitably go wrong.
But these are problems that come with the privilege of being able to afford a top quality desktop computer—even as it’s essential to my work as a writer. I recognize this. I’m very grateful that I can do this. And I hope I won’t need to do it again for at least another six years.
Image: Wilhelm Gunkel