Last night, at 12:30 in the morning, I emailed her asking her for help. Not emotional help, although I probably could have used that too. No, I was looking for a specific object … that I need to get ASAP … and I didn’t know where to start, and maybe she could help? It was in her, shall we say, zone of interests … I thought she might have some tips.<\/p>\n
I figured I’d hear back from her this morning.<\/p>\n
I sat at my desk last night (having trouble sleeping these days), doing some writing, listening to music – and 5 minutes after I sent the email, my blackberry buzzed. (I have so many gadgets now to charge that my apartment looks like Mission Control at times.) Anyway, I heard the buzz of my blackberry off in my bag somewhere, so I checked my email online – and there was Kerry. Emailing me back.<\/p>\n
One line:<\/p>\n
“I’m on it. Will get you details in the morning.”<\/p>\n
I laughed out loud. I love her.<\/p>\n
But obviously Kerry, just across the Hudson, couldn’t wait until morning (of course she couldn’t!), and had begun her search at that moment. Because my blackberry started going INSANE, buzzing repeatedly with Kerry’s incoming emails for the next 45 seconds. It was like all hell broke loose. My mailbox slowly filled with Kerry’s emails – links from ebay and Amazon and other sellers – “how bout this?” “or this?” “or maybe try this” “hey this is really cute”. I literally could not keep up with the emails. It was almost scary. I felt like Jesus in Jesus Christ Superstar<\/i> crying out in fear, “There are too many of you!!”<\/p>\n
The funniest thing though was that my blackberry was buzzing like a maniac in my bag. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. It was as though a certain Hitachi product in my drawer had spontaneously switched itself to On mode, and was calling to me, insistently, from the darkness. Hey! Look at me! I’m over here! Wanna come out and play? Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.<\/p>\n
“How bout this?” “This is cute – try this!” “Maybe you need this?” “Look at THIS that I found!”<\/p>\n
By email 3, I was giggling. By email 20 I was howling.<\/p>\n
And mission accomplished, found what I was looking for.<\/p>\n
I love you, Kerry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night, at 12:30 in the morning, I emailed her asking her for help. Not emotional help, although I probably could have used that too. No, I was looking for a specific object … that I need to get ASAP … Continue reading