I am home again. I am home again. That's the only way I can describe what I'm feeling right now.
I have a new Magic Box.
It is magic.
This morning I asked Mr. Moon timidly if I could use his computer. He sighed deeply and said, "Well, I was going to play poker in a minute but yes, you can." He hesitated a second and then said, "We need to get you a new computer."
And thus, it was done.
When we left Best Buy I was cradling my new MacBook in my arms and crying. I am not making this up, I am not exaggerating. I was crying. The guy at the door said, "Someone happy with their new Mac?"
It's so beautiful. It is so elegant. The keyboard lights up. The trackpad does all sorts of fancy things. The battery is supposed to have a ten-hour life. It is aluminum-covered. It is shiny and new and yet, I feel as if I have been using it forever.
I am home.
I wonder why it is that I am so enchanted with the Apple computer?
I don't know and I don't really care to delve into the reasons except to say that perhaps it is their complete elegance. They work so well and so gracefully that you don't even have to think about what you're doing. It's like having a wonderful partner in dance or in acting or in love. There they are and they do what they are supposed to, leaving you free to do what you are supposed to do. And they make you feel so damn good while you're doing it. And makes possible the magic of collaboration.
Damn. Apple should pay me.
I fucking wish.
Well. It's Sunday night. There was a rehearsal. It went well. I can feel the six of us knitting up the words and turning them into whole cloth. Judy and Denise and Kathleen came and it was like, Ah. Here we are. All is right with the world. Judy and Denise are going to stage-manage, do props and costumes. Kathleen is going to add the magic.
It felt like...I was home. Again.
And here I am, in this, my house-home and the heat is on because it's getting cold tonight. And there is bread rising and meat marinating and Mr. Moon will be coming home from the woods soon.
The man who bought me this elegant device. This time machine, this pen-and-paper, this way I can see pictures of Maggie May's beautiful new baby. This way I can express myself and share myself and be part of your lives and you can be part of mine. This way I can travel across oceans and mountains and continents, flying like a genie to see your kitchens, your yards, your children, your loves, your art.
Mr. Moon, the man who understands me and like Tearful said about his wife, loves me still and who still wants to make me happy.
The man I love and am so blessed to be loved by.
He'll be home soon from the woods.
Okay. Now I'll catch up on your blogs and I'll answer my comments and I'm home again. It may take me some time but it'll be a joy.
All right. I need to go attend to things.
Here's a picture of Owen that I took last week. I am putting it in because, quite simply I can.
It's so nice to be back.