Surgery...for my Palm

So, my Z22 was lagging a bit. The battery stopped holding a charge. This was a gift I received about 3 years ago. I love, LOVE, love my faithful Palm. The color coding on the calendar. The to do list I can sort. The memo section replacing all my little pieces of paper. Splash Shopper holding all my shopping lists permanently- slick for grocery shopping especially. The note pad for scrawling phone numbers quickly. Edu-Track- my homeschool record keeping software Palm version for recording our homeschool days at the ball field or in drs offices. The Bible for looking techno-hip in church (so not the point but cool nonetheless). What would I do without my Z22? The mommy PDA?

The thing is...the battery is not consumer replacable. Or so they say. Enter Dan. The engineer. He finds a website which outlines how to extract the old battery and how to solder in the new one. That's right I said solder.

I was skeptical. I had a pre-op meeting with Dan to check on the plan for what to do in the event this wasn't successful. Slightly offended by my insinuation, he proceeded. I had time between getting the news about this Christmas present and when the battery would arrive (it was a Radio Shack purchase delievered to a store nearby for free). And therefore, time to fret. A little.

The thing with engineers is their confidence to figure anything out. A challenge. My uncertainty only fueled his fire. In the end though, I'm a believer. My guess was that this procedure would be a success and if not Dan would blame some other engineer for a poor design. Secretly, I was also thinking about my Palm upgrade...

Soldering iron...tools...case pried open...battery wrangled out (it was glued)...wires cut



Oh yes he did. Take. Apart. My. Palm.
I'm delighted to report that after the initial charge for the battery all is well! My Z22 and my laptop linked up and chatted. Happy sigh...

Long live the Z22! My organizing friend and companion.
I loved this picture- yes mine has the same silicone cover which I purchased in a Palm Store at the Orlando airport last fall after the MOPS convention. I felt like an official business traveler hopping into the Palm Store. I'll never have a Blackberry, but I can dress up my Mommy Palm!