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#1 Ciocio

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Inviato 28 settembre 2009 - 09:24

Salve,
sono un fedele aceriano e da circa 3 anni ho acquistato il modello 8006 LMi. Giorni fà, ho reinstallato il S.O. Win XP Professional (acquistato a parte) il tutto con procedura fluida e senza alcun problema. Questa mattina dopo aver acceso il portatile e lavorato per circa 1 ora, eseguivo un riavvio del sistema, (premetto che ho lasciato collegato il mio WD USB esterno collegato)ed ecco che il portatile è rimasto sì acceso ma senza alcunchè di immagine al monitor la ventola del dissipatore del processore accesa, il led giallo (quello che indica il livello di carica batteria e tensione V220 innestata) lampeggiante ma della fase di boot e del S.O. alcuna traccia. Mi chiedevo se qualcuno mi potesse aiutare a capire cosa può essere successo. Un mio amico mi ha riferito che potrebbe essere il processore il quale si trova in una fase di protezione. premetto che ho eseguito tutte le prove possibili ed immaginabili (Ram sostituita; HD scollegato; inserito ilCD di avvio Acer; scollegata la batteria; scollegata la batteria tampone alla Mainboard) tutte queste procedure non hanno avuto alcun esito. Come collego il jack di tensione V220 mi parte subito la ventola del dissipatore e rimane in quello stato sino ad un mio intervento di spegnimento il quale avviene tenendo premuto il tasto di accensione. Spero di essere stato abbastanza chiaro, sono a disposizione per eventuali commenti.
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Inviato 14 dicembre 2009 - 02:57

"Just a few more minutes…please Mommy!"
Although my own children were grown, I found myself turning instinctively in the direction of the little voice. He was trailing after his mother, looking reluctantly over his shoulder at a display of remote control toys in the large department store.

He couldn't have been more than four years old. With chubby checks and wispy blond hair going in several directions, he trotted behind his mother down the main aisle of the department store. His boots caught my eye. They were green. Really green. Bright, shiny, Kermit-the-Frog, green. Obviously new and a little too big, the boots stopped just below his knees leaving a hint of dimpled legs disappearing into rumpled shorts. Perfect boots for the rainy transition from summer to fall.
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He stopped abruptly at a display of full-length mirrors, lifting one foot at a time, grinning and admiring his boots until his mother called for him to catch up to her. Dressed in a suit, heels clicking on the tile floor, she was tossing items into her cart as she and her son made their way to the checkout lanes at the front of the store.

I smiled at the picture he made clumping noisily behind his mother. I found myself wondering if she had just picked him up from daycare after a busy day in an office somewhere. I sighed as I selected an item and put it in my own cart. My days of trying to juggle a full time job and two small children had been busy, sometimes even hectic, but I missed them.
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Finishing my own shopping, I forgot about the little boy and his mother until I stepped outside the store. There a panorama unfolded before me. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, perforating the numerous puddles in the parking lot. Several mothers with their small children were hurrying in and out of the department store. The children were, of course, making beelines to the puddles that dotted their way from the cars to the store's entrance. The mothers were right behind them, scolding.

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"Ge"You'll ruin your shoes!"

"What's the matter with you? Are you deaf? I said, GET OUT OF THAT PUDDLE!"

And so it continued. The children were being pulled away from the puddles and hurried along. All except for one…the little green-booted boy.

He and his mother were not rushing anywhere. The boy was happily splashing away in the largest puddle in the parking lot, oblivious to the rain and to the people coming and going. His wispy hair was plastered to his head and a huge smile was plastered on his face. And his mother? She put up her umbrella, adjusted her packages and waited. Not scolding, not rushing. Just watching.
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As she fished her car keys out of her purse, the boy, hearing the familiar jingling, paused in mid-splash and looked up.

"Just a few more minutes? Please Mommy?" He begged.

She hesitated, and then she smiled at him.

"Okay!" she responded and adjusted her packages again.
By the time I got to my car, loaded my packages and was ready to ease out of my parking space, the green-booted boy and his mother were walking toward their car, smiling and talking.

How much time did that "few more minutes" take out of her day? Probably about five. Not so much time out of a busy day. So what if she got home a little later than she had planned?

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What a contrast the boy and his mother were to the other families I had just seen. What volumes that "few more minutes" spoke to that little boy about his value to his mother. Nothing in her universe was so pressing that it couldn't wait a few more minutes to let her young son try out his new boots-an important event in the life of How many times had my children begged for "just a few more minutes"? Had I smiled and waited like the mother of the green booted boy? Or had I scolded?



Just a few more minutes. Everything I have read about time management for working mothers can be summed up in one picture. The picture of that young mother standing under her umbrella, arms full of packages, smiling her assent to a wet, green-booted boy who had asked her the universal time management question for working mothers everywhere,

"Just a few more minutes?"




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