I’m back with my resurrected iPad🥳. Just got back from the repair shop this afternoon, a few hours ago. Until then I was ‘in touch’ via my iPhone which is a hell of a lot better than nothing, but the small screen limits much typing. Of course the damage happened 90 minutes after the repair shop closed for a holiday weekend. So for 3 days I didn’t know if I’d have an iPad screen and capabilities for the foreseeable future, given I’m in the angst-ridden midst of $3000~$4000 worth of unexpected dental expense at the moment. Never rains but it pours, like is happening to a bunch of us.
How do I get two broken lightening charging cord tips in less than two weeks you say? I bought on Amazon a package of two Anker cords-they both failed identically. You know how people advise to buy Anker cords, because they are so reliable? Not this pair. Not.Not.Not. It looks like the tip is the image of the cheapest, crappiest pot metal like in jewelry you’d buy at the dollar store. I’m guessing Anker will roue the day they relied on that subcontractor to fabricate their cords and then slapped their name on. To save a few pennies they’re risking their reputation. In my case, they’ve outright lost their reputation. Will never trust them again.
I suppose it is possible that the metal used did poorly after a few days use from heat generated by the charging process but I’m not an engineer. I know a bit about how and why people break, I know very little about how the utter magic and wonder of electronic devices works, much less breaks.
I bought a supply of cords from my repair shop so at least if they fail the sellers know they will have to look me in the eye. This is a shop of local geeks and nerds, not a franchise or the big box Geek Squad. They were universally kind and personable and their prices were very reasonable. They are only a mile from me, so very convenient.
When they handed back my iPad after surgically removing the broken tip fragment (which they did while I waited-a harrowing experience not unlike waiting outside the surgical suite to find out if your beloved survived birth or brain surgery), I left my iPhone with them to replace the worn out battery in my iPhone 7+, a whole ‘nother saga. In the fall a repair shop identified my phone needed a new battery but it was just old enough that none were in stock locally. Son #2 orders one on Amazon to be delivered here (Nebraska) where he will be visiting for Christmas from shoeland (Michigan) and he planned to install it, having done it before. The Southwest Airline/weather SNAFU &FUBAR made it so the battery got here but he and his fiancée did not. The iPad repair shop agreed to install the battery for $45, which seemed reasonable to me-cheaper and quicker than sending the phone to Michigan to Son #2. Thomas will be happy the battery could be used and now I’ll have much improved battery life and reliability, which is really important when you live alone and need oxygen 24/7. The phone is almost 6 years old so if I can get a few more years of use from a new battery I’ll be happy.
I know-waaaaay more than you wanted to know. So no wild vixen antics, just sitting on the couch ‘Doping while my aftermarket parts self-destruct and bring my metaphorical house down around my ears. Short answer: don’t buy electronic components/parts/accessories on Amazon. Even shorter answer: don’t buy Anker brand, not what they are cracked up to be.
I’ve enjoyed the stories of everyone easter holiday, kid and grand kid antics and swampie’s success with cheap chawlit. I spent Sunday with the two grandkidlets, we hunted Easter eggs in their backyard, it was a lovely sunny blue-skied 68 degrees. Son-in-law made a handsome prime rib and I even had a couple of tablespoons of a delectable bold Australian red wine with dinner (really, less than an ounce but I really enjoyed it and wasn’t going to even drive myself home for several hours. Those Aussies make some sassy wines). I got a doggie bag to take home of Albanese brand Easter bunny gummies which are fun. The family had visited the Albanese factory store last month on a trip to Ann Arbor. My 18 month old grandson calls them “tummy bears” instead of gummy bears, which we all thought was adorable. Each plastic egg he would find he would immediately stop, open and squeal delightedly “tummy bear!”, then eat with undisguised joy before looking for the next egg. This Grandma intends to keep herself supplied in tiny tummy bears for the foreseeable future.
had a booth/game for all of the plagues (frog jump, lousy bowling, hailstone bounce, etc.), and incorporated the last one into our prize booth (kids had to hang up a red streamer on the doorpost in order to collect their prize once they’d cashed in their tickets) It was a hoot.! I might post pictures.
What do they know that I don’t?
My days off aren’t restful. BAH!