The apple boy took my baby.

Friday we handed over a good chunk of money and bought a new mac, and almost suffered too much guilt over the money to enjoy the new toy–but enjoy I did.  And will again, one presumes.  I took the new mac and the old to the apple store to have them transfer things I don’t know how to deal with and after I answered questions and filled out a form, they took both my macs away!  Shock!  I had no idea they’d separate us.  My electronic world, my novels, my photos, my novels, my music, my novels, in the hands of apple geniuses, which did not comfort me.

Of course I know writing can be done with a pen.  Of course I know that life is lived outside a computer screen.  Of course I know that I will get my macs back.  Of course.  And didn’t I,  just the other day–Friday, in fact–attempt to tell the world about an artist who made art from prison scraps?  Sigh…

Even writing this, I borrowed a laptop from a friend.  Oh, the way we entwine these things into our lives.  To be fair, I had to borrow a computer from somebody because I was being paid to do some editing work and the deadline was tonight.  “The apple boy took my baby” was not going to wash as an excuse to a grad student stressing out about her dissertation.

But as my husband said, “Now you can get some art done.  Read.  You know, not work.”


4 thoughts on “The apple boy took my baby.

  1. First, congrats! What kind of Mac did you get?

    Whenever I’m unable to access my computer, I’m amazed (and a little appalled) at how bereft I feel. When I’ve had to go several days without it, after the initial shock of separation, I’m amazed at how much else I get done and even enjoy.

    It’s rather like being a little kid and having to wait while your lovey is washed and dried.

  2. Mari

    The other week, I listened to a woman talk about rounding out one’s life while one has the time (it was a lecture at a meeting of unemployed people). One of the things she talked about was watching out for addictions. She said a way to recognize an addiction is to be mindful of how we react to the idea that we might not be able to do that thing. In other words, do we react with panic? If so, perhaps it’s an addiction.

    I’m just saying…

  3. My husband bought me a Mac for my birthday a couple of months ago. (My first Mac.) I absolutely love it! I’m sure I’d suffer some separation anxiety if someone took it away!

  4. Kathryn–I’ve got an amazing MacBook, and now I can watch John Stewart online. I’m in heaven.

    And oh Mari, is addiction always bad?

    And Shelli, once you go mac–you can never go back–but why would you want to?

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