The truth is I'm not so much pleased with myself as simply relieved. The new printer Suzanne and I gave Mom yesterday is now a fully functioning machine. I guess it is, anyway. What I do know is that it'll print a document without spilling ink or shredding paper. That's a start.
What's important is that Mom is happy with it, so far at least. I'm still waiting for the call that tells me it exploded, or worse. It couldn't possibly have been that easy. All I did was download the driver and turn on the printer. Et voilą. Somehow it's doing everything we ask it to do. I don't know how or why, and I'm not inclined to pursue the matter.
It's sort of like my car. I've had it back for four whole days and no parts have fallen out of the engine. Although I'm still a little nervous, I'm getting more confident as days go by without any new tragedies. I'm still checking the coolant level daily, but if it hasn't gone down when I look at it tomorrow, I'm going to relax and assume the best.
We're probably not out of the woods with the printer, though. I can't get the onscreen user's guide to display. Either it wasn't part of the download, or something else is interfering. I'm way out of my element at this point, and it might be that Mom will have to do without the Help feature. If she's like me, she hardly ever uses it with any of her programs anyway.
Besides, the printer prints, and that's all she asks of it. When it stops doing what we bought it to do, that's the time to panic and run around with our hands waving madly in the air. Until then, let's just pretend we've done something really, really smart and keep patting ourselves on the back.