Not blogging for a
year means I’ve barely touched my printer. The first attempt to print last week
generated frustration. My computer and printer no longer recognized each other.
A little bit of “this-n-that” and an adjustment to the network let them
communicate again. The next problem came from a warning for more ink. That
solution entailed a run to Best Buy to purchase the last ink cartridge in their
stock.
Today, I wanted to
print two poems I needed to add to the hardcopy of my volume of original
verses. Stupidly, I forgot to input which page to print. The printer hummed and
began cranking out the entire one-hundred-forty-two pages. Cursing, I
instructed my computer to stop the job while David jumped in and shut down the
printer right in the middle of a page! That created another set of problems—paper
jams. In all of the years we’ve had this printer, we’d never wedged any pages
into the machine. We accessed the back by unplugging the entire thing and
moving it to the bed to remove the stuck poem.
Reattaching the
printer, I commanded for only that one page to print. The warning about ink
appeared and nothing happened. That special trip to Best Buy to buy that final
cartridge never ended with the ink finding its way to the printer! Instead, it
rested on the lower self of my husband’s desk, waiting patiently for installation.
Unfortunately, swapping out the toner didn’t immediately solve the problem as
my computer kept insisting that the ink was low. We decided to restart
everything.
Victory! I printed
out the three poems to add to my closeted hardcopy.
Copyright 2022 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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