My oh my… I am back!
I mean, I wasn’t away. But the sudden death of my late keyboard forced to an almost 48 hours cessez-le-feu writing wise. And since I had been relatively productive as of lately, it was quite a bummer.
I was off from work today. The plan was not to get out of home… I wanted to sleep late, take care of a couple of house chores, write and cook something yummy.
Think again, girl!
I did the sleeping late part. Because until the end of summer, I need to take advantage of every morning I don’t have to put an alarm clock on. But the rest of the day didn’t go as planned.
A quick chat with a kind friend, about my apparently debatable sanity, confirmed what I already knew. I needed a new keyboard. Not tomorrow, not within four days through Amazon, not as a Christmas present…
I had to go keyboard hunting. And I did.
I knew I’d enjoy my trip to the mall, but I equally didn’t want to leave my dear pajamas… Quite the dilema, really! I thought about the messages piling up in my inbox, and I knew my pjs would wait.
I like taking the subway by myself. Even if Montrealers, in general, are warm welcoming people, there is a metro unwritten rule against eye contact. I don’t know why, but once you are underground, it seems like a crime to look straight at other people.
I like to go against that rule. I’ll sit somewhere, and spot people in the next wagon, and wait for someone to look my way. A common reaction would be to look away, but I don’t. I don’t stare in a creepy way, I just don’t elude people looking at me. Some of them quickly turn to look somewhere else, others give little peeps back, obviously wondering if I am still looking. Some last longer, but I always win. I must admit, I have the advantage of knowing this is a game. I kind of wonder if people go on with their day, wondering what this was all about… It’s silly, I know, but it makes the travel pass quicker!
So.. I did get to the mall, which is one of Montréal’s major ones. I like malls (one exception: I aaaaabsolutely can’t stand malls during Christmas time), but not for the shopping itself. I think that walking in a crowded mall is like watching an ant colony. Or like playing “Where’s Waldo?” live. Only there is no Waldo, or is there?
Anyway. I walked to the Stapples store (Bureau en Gros, here in Québec) and went straight to the Holy Grail’s aisle. I knew exactly which keyboard I wanted, and I was sure they’d be out of stock (because, you know, Murphy’s Law) but I did have my sanity-doubting friend keeping everything crossed on the other side of the ocean!
She obviously did a pristine job, since they still had not one left, but TWO. No… I didn’t buy both, but it wasn’t long, before I walked out of the store, and back to the subway (picking some Lebanese restaurant take away delicacy for dinner before leaving the mall) and home again.
I feared that the new keyboard would offer resistance. It wouldn’t have been the first piece of electronics playing (very efficiently) with my nerves. But to my surprise, it is probably the most user (me) friendly thing I ever bought! I think New-Keyboard and I are going to be good friends.
The withdrawal symptoms have subsided now… No more tremors. No more shortness of breath, no more cold sweat.
You’re stuck with me!
Mouahahahahahahaha (evil laugh)