…minus the pinball machine. WHERE is my PowerBook?? I’m on hold right now with Melanie; she’s looking for it around the Apple Care Hospital. I’m in need of a new logic board. I knew that. It’s been a stressful period and logic flew out the window about a month ago but now I discover that it’s not just me. And lest you think there is logic left anywhere in these United States, stand corrected. Melanie informs me that they have had to launch an international search for new logic for me; it’s in short supply everywhere, I guess.
I’ve been using a little PC laptop without my links, bookmarks, address book, pop e-mail server, photos or photo program. Also, this computer has no audio card so it is utterly still, nary so much as a beep or boink. Posting is awkward at best and that’s why you have been looking at that ugly hunk of bread for the past three days.
Here’s something else: it’s that time of year when allergic bronchitis rules in this house. It’s genetic, it’s short-lived, but it’s miserable. Dan, back briefly this winter while at the Music School, is trying to finish up his semester and get ready for a 20 city tour and he’s barking like a seal. Last night it was so bad I flashed back to 24 years ago when he had croup and we were waltzing together in the backyard at 3am and 18 degrees. When he’s not barking he’s trying to blow; he has an important concert with jazz great, Bill Holman (Unforgettable, Take The A Train) coming up later this week and he’s not slowing down. And so, time I could spend posting I spend worrying. And I thought this would end…
The only allergic symptoms I’m having are stuffed-up ears but that is SO annoying. I spend all of my time trying to filter out background noise and asking, "What? Huh?" They pop every other day or so, giving me a few minutes of clarity except…my glasses are all scratched up. Why can’t they make eyeglasses that don’t scuff and scrape? And I’m not convinced that expensive lens coating helps, either. Here’s something odd: I only see out of my left eye but that’s always the lens that gets messed up first. It’s dismal trying to focus around this tic tac toe board and as soon as I get the time I’ll get new glasses. For now, between my ears, eye and sick PowerBook sensory deprivation reigns. It’s a muffled, muted world.
This coming weekend I’ll be in good company. I’m heading up to Lost Loon Lodge to visit Bud. We can sit around and say, "Do you remember when mama…WHAT?" I’m looking forward to seeing him. Every time I talk to Bud on the phone he sounds busy as a beaver rearranging the house. He was so occupied taking care of my mother that some things sat on the back burner and now he’s getting to them. He was tearing out old carpet and moving furniture up and down the narrow staircase and warding off the neighbor, Virginia, a couple days ago. I think she’s just being a helpful neighbor, checking in with meals and cookies, but Bud is convinced she’s after him. I said no, I don’t think so and he said, "Oh yes! Your mother always said that if she died, Virginia would be on me like a tick on a dog and she is!" He seems to be very sad but moving ahead. I get the impression that he experiences his grief as he goes through his days and nights reminded of my mother every where he turns but also that he is holding his own. I’ll have a better sense of that when I see him.
In lieu of a photo today here’s a link to a great live cam of eagles nesting. I love watching this site. The Gratiot Lake eagles are busy doing their thing right now, too, and I’ll take my camera when I go.