Yes, you read the title correctly. This weekend, the Nanny and I were running around, having fun and checking out different areas around Yellowstone and having a great time of it. We marked some things on a KVT-715 Radio/DVD/Nav Unit I have in my Rendy. I bought it in 2005 and it was in my Dodge Ram for 4 years. I took it out of the Ram when I gave the vehicle to ex #1. He needed it for work and I ended up purchasing the Rendezvous. I think he got the better deal, where the Rendy sits right now.
However, Jen and I were talking. We thought maybe we should check up on map updates for my Kenwood. I haven’t gotten an update since 2008. I researched it, last night, and found an update for the software that must be installed before the updated maps. We can’t afford the maps just yet, anyway, so it was a great time to do that update.
I downloaded it to my SD card and put it into my Rendy where it belonged. Turned on the vehicle and waited.
I downloaded the update again. Zip.
I tried again. Zippity do da, but nothing happened.
Since last night, I’ve been fighting with it, trying to figure out where I went wrong. Well, being a computer tech by trade, training and nature, I set out to figure it out. I don’t call tech support. That’s humiliating!
This evening, I sat for a time, reading and rereading the instructions on how to do a software update. It told me nothing. I was scanning the changes made in previous updates, thinking something must have gone awry because I haven’t updated in so long. While scanning it, I found this:
Changes made from version 4.00 to 4.10:
- Added support for high-density SD cards to handle future map updates.
A-hah! I found it! I was using a high-density card and the unit wasn’t updated from 3.6 to 4.10 to allow such cards. So, I searched my house (Jen searched and brought me all the SD cards I possess). I found an old 2g card and put the updates on it. Popped it into place and turned on Rendy.
Booyah! Updates. Now, to get the money to purchase the map updates from 2008 to 2012.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, because this is what I used to be. What I used to do. This was who I was.
Memory is a fickle thing. My parents remember stories one way and I remember them another. I remember my dad bringing home a computer when I was 13, saying, “Learn it. It is your future.” He didn’t say that to my brothers. Just me. I learned it. Probably not the way he was thinking. He pro’lly thought a young girl should learn the computer so she could be a secretary or whatnot. He pro’lly didn’t realize it would become my life.
I joined the United States Navy to fly planes. I spent some time as a lineman. Basically, I was responsible for the successful launch and recovery of P-3s in Jacksonville, Florida. One night, I was working and listened to my Chief rant and rave and throw a fit something he couldn’t get to work. He was programming something with C or C+. I forget, now. After he left, I went and picked up his print outs of his program. I started running through it, reading it line-by-line. I noticed two spots that didn’t look right, so I logged into his program and changed them. When I got off work in the morning, I said nothing. I went home and went to sleep.
I got a call shortly after from my Chief. He told me to get dressed in my Winter Blues and meet him in the Captain’s office. I thought he was furious at my intrusion in his programming and was scared spit-less but, show up I did. I won’t bore you with the entire conversation but, basically, they learned that I had a knack for computers and shipped me off to school in San Diego, California. There, I studied how to program computers, not fix them – this was in 1993.
My first duty station as a computer technician (Data Processor, according to the Navy) was at The Naval War College in Newport, RI. My new boss told me to come with him and to, “Watch and learn.” We went to an office to install two floppy drives in two computers. I’ve never done that, before, and he was going to instruct me. I watched him crack the case of one and then he got sidetracked answering questions of the person who lived in that office. I looked inside, saw what I needed to see and finished both computers while he was talking. When he was done socializing, he turned to show me how to finish the job and I mentioned I was already done. He asked, “How did you know that?” I said, “I just did.” From that moment on, I was sent out on my own and always performed.
I was born with my father’s gift for electronics. I can trace a path and figure out solutions. Whether it be fixing a computer or programming something in a language I’ve never seen, it is my God-given ability. I am not over-exaggerating. I’m telling the truth. It is the gift I was given.
However, several times in my life, I’ve tried to give up computers. Walk away, turn off that part of me. I wanted my own future, one that wasn’t a replica of my father. I love my dad! Don’t get me wrong! But, shouldn’t I find my nitche in life and create my own path? I mean, honestly, I picked the Air Force but joined the Navy. He was Navy during VietNam. I do/did computers. He’s a veritable genius when it comes to electronics of any sort or flavor. I can never hope to be as good as he is!
With the recent change in my lifestyle, I find myself again giving up computers and moving another direction. Giving up what I’m good at and moving into something I’m learning to excel at. Is it the right choice? Is it what God would have me do?
That’s the question that bugs me, at this point.
Thank you for listening,