I had completely written my post yesterday evening when I ONCE AGAIN spilled club soda and a teeny bit of vodka into my MacBook.
I hadn’t even had a sip of it!
I don’t think I’ve done this in almost four years but it ain’t the first time.
So. I panicked.
For the second time that day.
The first time my nerves got the better of me was when we were getting that storm. It was not a cry wolf situation. When I got up the wind was howling through the trees, the birds were making hysterical tweeting noises and Maurice was completely freaking out. Jack was not happy either.
We started getting tornado warnings. Lily reported that Jason had seen a tornado off the interstate on his way to work. May and Michael were hunkering down in the stairwell of their apartment. And so forth.
It got pretty intense as the squall line reached us. Glen and I, believing, perhaps falsely, that it’s best to open windows during a tornado so the glass doesn’t break out of them, opened the doors at either end of the hallway creating a wind tunnel and soon, things were flying off the piano. We sat down under the stairwell and watched live-streaming weather reports and waited. I had to take an Ativan. That’s how intense it felt to me.
But the storm was moving fast and in a fairly short time, the tornado warnings had been called off and the birds began to eat at the feeder again so I figured we were probably safe.
And we were.
We didn’t even lose any trees. Branches and limbs, yes. Trees- no.
At this point we began to get the rain and thunder and lightening but after that wind, those felt very minor.
So that was how I spent my morning and then the rest of the afternoon I did household stuff and cleaned up a couple of garden carts of mostly very small twigs and some larger branches.
All was well until…the vodka-soda incident at which point I just gave up and would have probably jumped off a cliff if there had been one handy but since there wasn’t I just did all the stuff you’re supposed to do when you get liquid in your laptop and NO, putting it in rice is not part of that.
I cannot tell you how upsetting it is to me when I don’t have my MacBook. It is my portal to the world where all of you live. Also to my crosswords and the newspaper. Yes, I can access some of these things on my phone but it ain’t the same.
At all.
I talked to an Apple tech guy this morning. First off, let me say that their tech help is second to none. I wasn’t on hold for a minute. And James, the man I spoke to, was very reassuring and advised me to leave the MacBook alone to dry out for a day or two before I started researching repair options. And that is what I’m doing.
In the meantime I’m writing this on my phone and I probably won’t be commenting on other blogs although I will be reading them, or answering comments on my posts.
And please know that I feel incredibly lucky that Glen and I and all the kids and grandkids are fine and dandy. No harm, no foul. People to the west of us in places like Panama City were hit hard. I drove into town today and saw a lot of downed trees and I shake my head in wonder that we escaped with no damage.
I hear though that we may be getting similar weather to what we had yesterday two days from now.
Global weather changes at its finest!
In case you’re wondering, the picture up top is my new pot with collard greens, kale, turnip greens, turnips, and onions simmering away. They were still growing in the garden two hours ago.
I picked them when I got back from getting a pedicure and going to lunch with Jessie and Liz. It was just what I needed. We laughed so much and so hard at lunch I thought they might ask us to leave.
That’s it. Let’s hope I can post this.
Love…Ms. Moon
