I love my iPod.
Last night, while William was at a birthday party and Bill was not yet home, during that terrible witching hour when the children are generally bored and wanting dinner and I become Absolutely Fed Up, I put a dvd on for the younger two and I put on my iPod. And for the next hour or so, they needed me not and I heeded them not while I danced around the house, putting away laundry, tidying things, making dinner.
This morning I wore it again and listened in isolated bliss as I drove to orchestra rehearsal, and crossed the parking lot, and went into rehearsal. I only turned it off when I absolutely Had To, and put it back on again Immediately Thereafter.
And after lunch and conversation with tworivers (thank you), I put it on yet again while I went shopping at Old Navy. And I did not have to listen to their over-loud and awful music, and I didn’t have to hear the whines of other people’s children, and I did not pay attention to anyone else. I was listening to Sixpence None the Richer, and Pearl Jam, and Van Morrison, and all the things that I like.
The only sadness was that the battery died on my way home, and this was particularly grievous because U2 was just getting into the good part of “City of Blinding Lights,” and, if you know that song, then you know that the good part is really, really good. Yes, I was sad about this, and tried it again after letting the battery rest for, say, thirty seconds, and once again it died just as it was getting to the good part. So I let it rest for forty-three seconds, but the same thing happened again.
So now I’ve brought it home and plugged it into my computer, and am waiting anxiously for it to recharge. I had been sitting here only a few minutes when my computer sent me a little message. A grey rectangle appeared in the middle of the screen and it said: “Found New Device. iPod.”
Isn’t that cute?
