Friday, December 3, 2010

Machines And Flight

Nope. Didn't work, the night-long drying. Did not work.
I swear to you, it didn't seem like that much water got in my baby. I keep seeing it happen- the glass tumbling, the Mac lying there, me frantically trying to make sure Owen was safe before I snatched it up.

Well, Owen is coming soon and this afternoon I'll take it to the shop. when I take him back to his mama.

In the meanwhile, I won't be posting pictures because I do not have the slightest clue how to do that on the Gateway. I am computer-illiterate although I am a flying-fingered genius on my Mac.

It is a cold morning, Elvis is crowing to bring on the sun. Mr. Moon is hunting in the woods. It is Friday. The knee is good. Let me just tell you- keeping it elevated and iced for two days did the job. Perhaps I should put ice on the Mac. No. Probably not, eh?

I am thinking of so many of you. I am hoping that Maggie May is snuggled down in a bed with Ever in her arms and that nursing is going well, that the Curry family is ecstatic. I will keep up with you all via this computer, which works just fine. It is a machine and it gets the job done.
Without pictures for me.

I am thinking of when I am in Mexico and go into the internet places and pay my dollar for an hour and log on to a computer whose keyboard is a bit different, and all around me there are people talking in Spanish, and one of my favorite restaurants is across the street and next door is the scooter rental shop where we always seem to end up to rent a moped, even though it is NOT safe, and if it's at night and we've bought a bottle of rum, we share it around with the guys in the shop and they are so sweet and they make sure we have our helmets on and I straddle that tiny bike behind my giant of a husband and we fly off down the road to our hotel and I feel as free as I have ever felt in my life.

Machines. Funny. They can issue us into our dreams, our other-worlds, our fantasies, our rock-hard realities.

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I am sorry about your Mac. Have you tried unscrewing the screws on the side and drying underneath. Also the battery compartment can be unscrewed (large screw) as well. Just some thoughts from a geek.

  2. OH NO! I#m so sorry! I hope it gets fixed!

  3. I feel your pain. I'm still using husband's computer and hope my replacement arrives next week. I lost mine in September!! I am very proud of myself for buying a 10 dollar cable on Amazon, unscrewing a dozen screws on my laptop, removing the hard drive and hooking it up to this one to recover all my stuff. I was having mini panic attacks about that. My sister's same model HP died within a week of mine too and ot cost her a hundred dollars to get a box of disks with her stuff on it. Let me know if you need pointers if it comes to that. Hopefully it will dry out and all will be well.
    Happy Friday, Ms. Moon, and thank goodness for back up computers!

  4. oh darn!
    dry dry dry Macbook.
    I'm so sorry.
    You're so eloquent no matter what you are writing about.
    thinking of you dear.

  5. Oh, happy Friday. Even without pictures your posts are a pleasure.

  6. Ms. Moon! That is a serious casualty. I am sending you good computer vibes. Let's hope it recovers soon.

    (And otherwise you may get that one that you wanted to point out to Mr Moon a while back.)

  7. You are sweet to share your booze with the scooter shop guys. It's a quick way to make lasting friends.

    I love you.

  8. Hopefully it's an easy fix. And I've been thinking about Maggie May too. ...and Ever. I hope she's healthy and perfect in every way.

  9. I really have nothing useful to say other than, well, I guess HI! Glad the knee is feeling better though!


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