L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Feeling Sequimish

July 17, 2008 on 10:14 pm | In Found, General Musing, In the news, Travel |

A week and a half (and counting) of infuriating computer mayhem was interrupted by an idyllic weekend on the Olympic Peninsula. We snagged a last minute ‘cottage’ between Sequim (pronounced “Skwim”) and Discovery Bay. By cottage, I mean a single-wide mobile home with a hideously uncomfortable bed and a shower that would have a hobbit grumbling about insufficient headroom. But it was right on the beach.

I could rant about my fried hard drive. I could rage about the mind-numbing horror of (shudder) smooth jazz endured on hold. I could storm about countless hours spent installing and reinstalling (and reinstalling) the same fucking software. But I won’t even mention it. I’d much rather dwell on this:

Saturday: A solitary walk early morning walk along the beach was punctuated by a pair of bald eagles who burst from the trees and skimmed the beach only a few yards away. The curse of the digital camera is the maddening wait for it to wake up and decide to actually snap a pic. But the birds were feeling generous.

In the evening, sharing the beach with a wary heron who flew off, cursing loudly when I got too close. I think I’m glad I don’t speak Heronese.

Sunday: A week early for the Lavender Festival, but not at all too early for the lavender. The Sequim area is a pocket microclimate that is almost identical to Provence, France, making it ideal for cultivating the stuff. Now I have lavender soap and lavender bath oil. Ahhhh!

Monday: morosely monkeying with the malevolent machine once more. Fortunately, songwriters have their own ways of dealing with life’s knocks:

Driving to Lynnwood
By Eva Moon

I was staring at the screen when the icons disappeared
I tried to save my file but it was just as I had feared
My PC wouldn’t run and my work was not backed up
I sadly pulled the plug and got it all packed up

Driving down to Lynnwood, my computer at my side
It’s sunny down in Lynnwood and I hope the disk ain’t fried
The computer tech is cute and has a crown of golden hair and his
Warm blue eyes are filled with care… And I know… it’s gonna be alright

Five days later, he greets me with a grin
Your ram chip died, but we put a new one in
I drove home and plugged it in with a hopeful heart
The screen went blue. The cursor stuck. The system wouldn’t start

Driving down to Lynnwood, my computer in the back
Clouds are rolling in and my mood is turning black
The young tech runs a skinny hand through his tousled hair as he
Meets my eyes with a cool blue stare… And I hope… it’s gonna be alright

Three days later, the guy in Lynnwood called
The system was corrupt, but now it’s reinstalled
I drove home and turned it on and said a silent prayer
The motor groaned. The menus froze. The keyboard wasn’t there

Driving down to Lynnwood, my computer in the trunk
Cold rain slicks the highway and the thing’s a piece of junk
I think that tech is growing horns, they poke through lanky hair and I
Know as I see his icy glare… It ain’t… gonna be alright

I don’t know how I thought that tech was something I desired
His filthy hair and steely eyes should really get him fired
I couldn’t go another round or take it anymore
I picked up my hammer and headed for the door…

It’s snowing down in Lynnwood but I’m feeling so much better
I don’t have a computer so I’ll send this in a letter
I may be spending all my days in this cold prison cell
But that blue-eyed tech surely burns in Hell… and ya know… that’s alright.

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