When I first returned from my residency at Omega this year, I suspected the universe was trying to tell me something when my water bottled flooded the bag I was carrying and fried my cell phone. Never mind that the journey itself, typically a 2 hour jaunt, took a total of 6. I got to the train station, realized I'd left my bag with wallet on the porch, and, by the time I drove home, drove back, waited the extra hour for a train... well, it was a long day.
It turned out that the cell phone dried out and sprang back to life. But my computer doesn't seem to be faring so well after a summer rain storm. Larry and I ran out to see La Vie en Rose, and I left my laptop plugged in, cover open, on my desk in the living room. The last time that ceiling spouted was more than 5 years ago, and I have to admit, the thought flashed through my mind somewhere on the drive to Rhinebeck, but it was so fleeting I barely noticed.
I was feeling so mindful that I'd put the laptop on my desk, since I'd been using it on pillows and other floor spots all day. In fact I remember sitting on the pillow it had been propped on and noticing how hot it was.
Turns out I should have left it where it didn't belong. Larry is pretty sure he can retrieve all the data. At the end of the day it will probably turn out to be a minor inconvenience. A few days without portable connectivity. All, I suspect, designed to keep me off the computer and out in the Art Tent I set up in the yard and haven't spent enough time in yet.
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