FYI- I had turned off the comments on my last post, was feeling overwhelmed by technology and feelings. I just wanted to say how my heart was full, of sadness about Michelle and gladness for this community.
I made marmalade, because the peaches all ripened at once. Peach and orange. It's been more than a decade. A recipe from an old friend, created in 1991. I wonder where she is now?
Pieces are finally being finished. There's a small stack here waiting to go into the shop, once I figure out how to do all of my self-imposed crazy systems without my computer. It's more than I want to think about.
Once Janie and I made this marmalade together. 1993? A hot August day in her light and airy kitchen. We had fun. I miss her.
More small trees. They're meeting some need inside of me. Not quite sure what that is? Maybe it's about being doable, and that small can hold enough. At least enough for a moment.
After a couple of weeks, my computer turned on without the yelling moaning beeping sound. It's not out of the woods yet, it only types a weird symbolic language that gets me nowhere, but the photos and files appear to still be on it. So, ok.
Yesterday I finally called the support place. It's always a mission to get through to a real person... (FYI- one way to get off hold quickly is to put bread in the toaster and make a run for the bathroom.) A nice guy. He listened to the details, asked if it was a glass of water, or was it really wine? "Nope. Water. Wine came after the spill."
He was encouraging about my files and scheduled an in-store appointment for next week. At the end, he clapped for my sense of humor, said I was a delight to talk to (not something I hear often), and admired my c'est la vie attitude about the news that it's most likely the end of the line for my computer. "Of course it is, it's 2020."
As "delightful" as it all was, the call exhausted me. Afterwards, the toast was re-toasted, tea was made, old photos of the boys were misted over, and then time was spent listening and re-listening to the phone message I saved from my dad four years ago. It was just after his wife died, two years before he did.
"Hi honey, just me. Sorry I missed your call. I was out loading the rig. S. and I are going up elk hunting here for a week, and taking off in the morning. I'm just Designated Driver. He's doing the hunting. I can't get around at all anymore. Anyway, other than that it's... it's going one day at a time. It gets a little better with time. That's all I can say, honey. Love ya. Talk at ya later. Bye."
It's not the bright peachy orange I remember. Cooked too fast and too long, I think. Still, it tastes good.
