“… I been here for years”
Last Saturday morning, my sweet, hardworking man set off for Taiwan and Japan. He left before dawn, while we, his admiring public, slept soundly.
I think his leaving somehow sets off a riff in the cosmic balance of our home. Of him, I will never say, “he left without incident,” to be sure.
I know that this may sound a little melodramatic, but honestly, there is compelling evidence of this phenomenon. Bad things just happen when he leaves. We all get sick, the water gets turned off (this was a very long time ago, before we had worked out the “who pays the water bill?” part of our marriage), a bird gets in the house, a mouse (or 4) gets in the house (a very funny story involving me in my underwear toting a shotgun – hard evidence for gun control), a weird smell ensues, my car gets broken into, the dryer breaks, or the sink backs up. Once, I even got stranded in a flood/tornado at the airport with an 18 month old and a 4 month old, whilst trying to pick him up at the tail end of a trip. We were herded into a grim basement/tunnel place where pipes hissed, people swore and sweated, my babies shrieked while I tried not to pass out or hyperventilate.
So really, it should have come as no surprise that on the day my guy left, my van’s powersteering cable (or something like that) broke, and my computer cord accidentally wound up aboard his briefcase, on a plane to the other side of the world.
That left me driving a really ridiculously large monster truck thing, and watching with horror as my computer’s battery died, and my screen went black. l might have gone to get a new cord if 1) A replacement didn’t cost $80, and 2) the idea of parking that monster truck thing at the mall didn’t fill me with dread.
As with any trial though, there is glory to be won if the lessons are learned.
I learned this from driving the monster truck thing:
– Teenage boys think you are superfly (or whatever the kids are saying these days :-), if you are driving a monster truck thing.
– Teenage boys assume that if you are driving a monster truck thing, you know what kind of lift kit it has on it.
– Teenage boys have no idea what to say to you after you say that you don’t know what kind of lift kit you have.
– This is where you smile, and roll your window back up.
As for being without my trusty Macbook, I learned this:
Being without a computer is a lot like cutting your finger. You have no idea how very much you use the thing until it is out of commission. You know this feeling right? Half a dozen or more times a day you forget that finger is hurt. You use it to pick up something, turn a page, ring a doorbell or dial a number and you are met with pain and remembrance? It is the same with the computer, for me, at least.
Say, for instance, you find yourself with 30 pounds of tomatoes. You, without thinking, head to the computer for salsa and sauce recipes. Here begins a reaquainting with your dusty cookbooks.
(Let me just say that I am crazy proud of my salsa. It’s good. Real good, if I do say so myself.)
Or perhaps you come across a picture of Monet’s Waterlillies, and it reminds you how much fun you had taking your watercolors to the Botanical Gardens a year or more ago and letting your kids try their hand at painting their own rendition. You run, of course, to the computer to check the hours of operation. Not to be thwarted, you call instead.
You think you might have gotten some good shots at the gardens, so you plug up your camera to your computer, before realizing that it will be a few days yet before you can see them full size.
This kind of thing happens over and again, but eventually, as with a hurt finger, you get the hang of working around your handicap. You get so used to it, in fact, that when you finally have back the use of all your digits, it feels a little awkward.
But I am back… back to the blue glow of my computer while the rest of my sweet family is gathered under one roof, and all tucked tight into their dreams. This is an immense blessing in and of itself, the being under one roof, especially considering that both a typhoon and an earthquake threatened Japan while my husband was there.
I am also back to driving my minivan and being soundly ignored by teenage boys, thank goodness. That was really so awkward for everyone involved.
It will take me a bit to get my typing fingers back, so bear with me. I have much to share about our past week’s adventures, and much reading to do so that I might find out what you have been up to!
Truly, it is so good to be back to the creative, welcoming, encouraging, inspiring Land of Blog. I have missed so many of you, and can’t wait to catch up. What luxurious joy it will be to wake up tomorrow and have my routine of breakfast and blog reading back!
So until morning then, sweet dreams.