Buffalo Gal

She's tolerated almost 3,000 miles of my mindless chatter and extended periods of time with most of my relatives.
I still like her after she routed me from South to North Philly on Broad Street during rush hour.
But having two writers with one phone and one laptop... that has been the challenge. I'm shocked with how small and venal I've become over two things that didn't even exist for my first 35 years.
This morning's meeting enjoyed a Eureka moment and I am finished well ahead of schedule. The conditioned response to good news on the road is to simply say "Charlie" into my cell phone and like the genie in a bottle he is summoned. Thanks to the "family plan" I can conjure up this magic at any time or place without penalty.
Anne is in DC for the day, so it made sense for her to take the phone. I'm missing a limb.
So here I sit, taking eager solace in the uninterrupted time at MY computer.
It was "the" computer for the first 13 days, but now, like a toddler who only knows one word that matters, it's MINE.
We've had limited internet connections on the trip and have been eager moths to the wireless flame when one is available. We both are polite and limit ourselves to allow the other's use... but end up leaving the table far before we are sated.
Last night I headed to bed early and exhausted after a brief bout with the keyboard. I was almost asleep when the steady click , click of my keys woke me with irrational jealously. (Is there rational jealousy?)
If I could just spend a few more minutes with my computer...
I got up and read, comphrehending little but the ongoing snap of the keys. I built an ever-lengthening mental list of all the things I could work on or look up if only my computer and I could be reunited.
At the first pause, I heard the door open and realized with entirely too much glee that Anne was finished and going outside for a cigarette. I raced down the stairs and back to my keyboard.
What I accomplished was inconsequential, my Vaio and I were together again.
Hard to believe my precious machine will be relegated to a backup role behind the big screen on my desk when I get home.
But that's the way it is these kinds of relationships. What goes on the road, stays on the road.
Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-06-14 1:11 PM Sharing your toys She's tolerated almost 3,000 miles of my mindless chatter and extended periods of time with most of my relatives. I still like her after she routed me from South to North Philly on Broad Street during rush hour. But having two writers with one phone and one laptop... that has been the challenge. I'm shocked with how small and venal I've become over two things that didn't even exist for my first 35 years. This morning's meeting enjoyed a Eureka moment and I am finished well ahead of schedule. The conditioned response to good news on the road is to simply say "Charlie" into my cell phone and like the genie in a bottle he is summoned. Thanks to the "family plan" I can conjure up this magic at any time or place without penalty. Anne is in DC for the day, so it made sense for her to take the phone. I'm missing a limb. So here I sit, taking eager solace in the uninterrupted time at MY computer. It was "the" computer for the first 13 days, but now, like a toddler who only knows one word that matters, it's MINE. We've had limited internet connections on the trip and have been eager moths to the wireless flame when one is available. We both are polite and limit ourselves to allow the other's use... but end up leaving the table far before we are sated. Last night I headed to bed early and exhausted after a brief bout with the keyboard. I was almost asleep when the steady click , click of my keys woke me with irrational jealously. (Is there rational jealousy?) If I could just spend a few more minutes with my computer... I got up and read, comphrehending little but the ongoing snap of the keys. I built an ever-lengthening mental list of all the things I could work on or look up if only my computer and I could be reunited. At the first pause, I heard the door open and realized with entirely too much glee that Anne was finished and going outside for a cigarette. I raced down the stairs and back to my keyboard. What I accomplished was inconsequential, my Vaio and I were together again. Hard to believe my precious machine will be relegated to a backup role behind the big screen on my desk when I get home. But that's the way it is these kinds of relationships. What goes on the road, stays on the road. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top