Anxious times

Last night the mag-safe power adapter on my new MacBook just quit. That’s all, no dramatics. It simply stopped working. Quentin called shortly thereafter and about all I could say was, “My power cord isn’t working.” Then this morning the mag-safe on the power adapter that goes with another laptop failed. This was not unexpected – the stress relief point did what Apple power cords tend to do.

I tried to jiggle the frayed one just right, but it came apart in my hand. So I figured it couldn’t get any more broken and started experiementing. Okay, by carving into it and separating wires and putting broken ones together, I got it to go orange and charge. It wasn’s pretty and as  it turned out, it was tempermental. So I went with alligator clips, but I had fiddled around too much and the wire on the mag-safe end was so short that it was too fragile to keep the connection. But I think I learned a lot . . .

* You realize I am the lady who kept her ibook functioning with a big ole red clamp on the left hand side. I sat in the Atlanta airport with this set up, much to Der Bingle’s chagrin. Now if I could just get alligator clips and clamps to work on me  . . . clip up a little jowl here, clamp in a little bulge there. Oh, yeah, cool idea.

The folks here at the PBC&R want me to mention that I have entered my moccasin phase again. I guess they expect people to know what that means – I don’t know that I do, but I think it is not bad. These are suede with hard soles and I need to fill out my lazy summer foot wardrobe with a pair of soft sole mocs, probably beige and definitely with beads. Hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya.