Truro
Made it to Truro after 9 last night, went straight to bed. Awake this
morning to the usual wonderful chorus of birds. Deep sigh of relief. I am
not online so I will have to write here on a 17 inch G4PB that Bri and I
liberated from the helpdesk before I left Boston. Trying to get used to the lovely thing on my lap, in bed, where I plan to do lots of work on this honey in
the coming months-presuming that I get my acceptance letter any day now.
However, the cool country air and the banging of the June bugs did not
preclude a techo-lusters nightmare.
I had cracked the PB and was showing it to Susan. She clumsily dropped it
off of the counter where we had placed it and now it was dangling by its power
cord. ( kinda like my bike was dangling off of the new bike rack I
purchased, right around the Plymouth exit on route 3.) When we rescued it
from its fall, several of the keys had sproinged off and a whole section of
the keyboard had come unhinged. When we tried to fix it we discovered this
section contained 10 teeny tiny drawers, for storage. In the uppermost
drawer, number 10, we found several compartments. In one of the compartments was a whole assortment of teeny tiny ink bottles, which I assumed, in the dream, went into the internal printer of the powerbook. Susan’s response was that she had been looking for that teeny tiny drawer ever since she got her PB. She needed it to store her things.
There were other dreams about missing trains and chasing Alex and Susan’s
sister-in-law already assembling all the Chanukah presents in
August: purple glass letters that spelled out their names, but the PB dream
was the one that made me laugh.
Posted by grabiner at July 1, 2003 08:09 AM