Tuesday, November 18, 2008

My Joy, My Life. My MacBook.


It must be done.

I must take the MacBook into the shop.

And I am FREAKING OUT!

But there are problems and I have less than a month left on Apple Care and it really just has to be done.

I think the main problem is that I am completely and utterly addicted to all the sweetness that my MacBook offers me. This blog. The short story I'm working on that is just about done and that I really like. I think. The news. Everyone else's blogs.
My e-mail.
Oh. My e-mail.

It's where I keep my pictures, my many unfinished novels, my poems, both the good ones and the shitty ones. It's the magic portal to all my cyber friends. It's my communication device, my source of information, my way to reach out to the world.

I will feel bereft without it, this magic box. This little white plastic and who-knows-what-toxic-materials box with its friendly Mac personality, its superfast response, it's forgiving nature and its patient napping when I am otherwise engaged.

I'm about to take it and place it in the hands of another. Listen- as much as I love my children, if one of them asks to use my MacBook, I shudder. After 32 years of motherhood and sharing my time, my space, my clothes, my make-up, my very life with my four children, this little machine is mine. All mine. And yet, I am about to (oh my god) leave it with a technician. Whom I trust. Whom I like.

But still.

And I am not handling this well. And I'm not a person who gets attached to inanimate objects. I've never named a car. Okay, I named the voice in one. That voice who would say, "Passenger door is ajar." I think I named her Elenor. Or something.

But my MacBook isn't an inanimate object. It's not a car. It's not a fancy blender. It's not even a piece of heirloom jewelry.

It's an extension of my very soul.

And yes, thanks for asking, I AM mentally ill.

But I must gird my loins. I must take it in. So my voice may be silent for a few days. Please forgive me if I don't comment on your blog. I will as soon as I am able.

And in the meantime, pray for me now and in the hour of my need. Which will be about fifteen minutes after I leave the parking lot of Mac Business Systems, sobbing into the handkerchief clutched in my damp fingers and which will last until they call to tell me to come pick up my baby.

Good-bye for now. Good-bye.

My god, I'm going to miss you.

12 comments:

  1. and then, the techie will pry into your very soul...noodling around for all things personal and sinister...like pictures of your feet!

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  2. I feel like that about my iMac. And my iBook before that.

    I'm sure it's going to be happy and come back even better.

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  3. I'll pray for you - if now isn't the hour of your need, what time is it?

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  4. Ms. Moon, don't you have iDisk? It has helped me sleep at night!

    I still mourn my best all-round Mac, my Power Mac 6500 which refused to die and which after 12 years (part of those years with my sister), I donated in working order to Goodwill!

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  5. Until I got to near the end of the post, I thought the picture was a "blog within a blog". Oh well.
    Hope it gets fixed for you soon!

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  6. I would gird my loins to if I knew how to gird.
    Hang in there we all understand!

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  7. Wishing your little Mac a speedy recovery!

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  8. Oh God! I'm already missing you! And that's pretty sad because you are my mom and I can call you anytime. But I want to call you AND anonymously internet stalk you! They better give it back toot sweet (as Hank would say).

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  9. Just as a Vulcan experiences "pon farr" every 7 years, your Macbook must periodically have it's ports filled with licentious digital devices which bring it enormous technical pleasure. In fact it is girding it's TCP/IP loins with great digitzed mewling sounds of joy. Your reward will be a contented little CPU that will once again warm your soul and cradle the secrets of your heart for many years to come. Take heart msmoon, in the world of binary love, things are either in, or out.

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  10. See this is how it all begins. We're becoming cyborgs!!!
    Great piece :)

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