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This morning, my daughter was slightly late leaving for work. I am visiting her in her tidy, clean, studio loft. It is the kind of place that, when I make my monthly visits, I will notice that there is a substantive change in things when the book on the coffee table is swapped for one on the bookshelf. There is order here.
The delay this morning was because she recognized the panic in my eyes when I received an error message on my computer. Start-up Disk is Full Then, all of my applications - BLINK- disappeared from their place at the bottom of my screen. Since I have had my MacBook Air, there have been such a lack of “incidents” that when something goes awry, I experience something close to... well.... panic. I use my computer for ten hours a day on average. As a lifelong Student of Life, I am curious. I may want to know about the new tax reform laws and long-term health care. I may want to look up, once and for all, is it “that” or “which” if you observe grammatical etiquette. I have to confess that I enjoy watching tons of British detective shows at night. So many in fact, that my son commented that I seem to be speaking with a British accent. I am very pleased to find essential items of life on sale online that will be shipped for free. That takes some time, let me tell you! My photos, query letters, essays and novels are neatly housed inside this flat piece of plastic, metal and electronics. Yes, there just may have been panic in my eyes.
Empathetic and enterprising young woman that she is, my daughter used her cell-phone to research the glitch and resolved it with three key strokes. Tada! Magic! Meanwhile, the clock kept ticking.
Just as she went out the door, my mobile phone rang. We exchanged quick waves goodbye to each other, and out she went. I heard the lift doors whoosh closed when I realized that she was leaving with the house keys. Without the house keys, I would be stranded in her flat until she returned in the evening. Yet, I had a pressing conversation on the phone and even if I did call her back, she would be later than a little late.
I reasoned that, if I really had to leave, I could call the concierge, explain the situation, and maybe, with a call from my daughter, she might let me back into the loft.
I rationalized that being home-bound for the day would give me a first hand experience of house arrest. Truthfully, I frequently do not leave the house all day, anyway. Still, the sense of a no-key, no-return policy has grown in importance as the day has gone on. I remember the days of having three children under four and being home with them from when my husband left for work in the morning until he returned at night. It was challenging at times. Even though I could go for a ride, in the middle of winter, bundling up an infant and two toddlers to take them for a drive was not my idea of fun. Today, I have been productive - written an essay, edited another. I wrote a challenging letter... word ....by..... word. I started dinner, did my exercises, made some phone calls. I have found plenty to keep myself busy. But since I am telling the bare truth, what I am most thinking about right now is seeing my daughter and getting that KEY!
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