The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes
Yesterday I took my beautiful Mac G4, the one Jack gave me when I moved here, to the geniuses at the Apple Store. The Mac is for my music only, and sometimes for watching TV shows in bed on Hulu, but lately it's been acting cranky. Stopping, stuttering, stalling. You know, doing the sorts of things they say Macs don't do. It turns out they do.
"It can't be saved, I'm sorry," said the genius.
I miss my personal geek every day, but I don't think even he could have saved it. So I did what Jack would have done if he had been there. I bought a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes. I'm talking Michael Kors, at the fabulous Nordstrom's shoe department. They weren't even on sale. It was just like that day Jack bought me those beautiful pink shoes, except of course, he wasn't here to help me pick them out. Or to go get his shoes shined while he waited for me to browse.
There's a kind of poetry in the timing of all this.
"It can't be saved, I'm sorry," said the genius.
I miss my personal geek every day, but I don't think even he could have saved it. So I did what Jack would have done if he had been there. I bought a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes. I'm talking Michael Kors, at the fabulous Nordstrom's shoe department. They weren't even on sale. It was just like that day Jack bought me those beautiful pink shoes, except of course, he wasn't here to help me pick them out. Or to go get his shoes shined while he waited for me to browse.
There's a kind of poetry in the timing of all this.
Labels: life in California
3 Comments:
Sass, I'm so happy you are writing more often again. :)
Bring the macbook with you if you are coming to Toronto. All may not be lost
Hi Scan. I did bring it... and I had a new hard drive put in, just last week. My beautiful Mac now has a central role in my in-home music studio. Which story I promise (myself) I will write soon.
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