I bought my copier / printer / multifunction machine a couple of years ago. I loved that machine. As soon as I got it home I was questioning how all the music teachers and homeschooling parents and society board members of the past had ever survived without one.
Then it died last February. Nasty error messages concerning the toner cartridge that responded to none of my resourceful trouble-shooting. I put the thing on the floor for a month. I despaired. But after some time passed I plugged it in and tried it again — and there was a miracle! It worked.
Until the middle of September. Same error message. I tried all the same trouble-shooting. I turned it off for a couple of weeks. I moved it onto the floor. I put it back. I turned it on. I tried everything all over again. No miracle.
I was talking to a friend today about the lack of a repeat miracle, and how I’d ask for a new one for Christmas except that I couldn’t bear to landfill a great hunk of glass, plastic and metal after just a couple of years. Jokingly I said I’d try turning it on again.
A second miracle has occurred.