Caterwauling

I’ve waited my whole life for a MacBook. 

I won’t tell you that I cried. Big wet tears of joy. But you can imagine. 

All my friends in DC had MacBooks over a decade ago. They were all younger than me, getting paid better and working fewer hours in many cases. I always felt so inferior. 

This day means everything to me. 

My plan was to get a new phone. But I got a discount on this and couldn’t resist. 

It isn’t a thousand-inch TV. But it’s all I wanted. And that I can get rid of that stupid desk in the photo too? Even more priceless. 

Sitting here with two dead computers, two dying phones and a really old car. 

And, as usual, panicking over maybe taking advantage of a Black Friday sale to remedy one of the problems. 

I think of all the people who tell me to buy a MacBook or a Mercedes like it ain’t no thing. And the ones who fret whether they should buy the tesla or the lambo. And I’m like wow, who has that kind of security?

I keep this affirmation nearby. And it’s served me well, for the most part …

But does our heroine upgrade one lousy thing, or keep telling herself the paid-off stuff really isn’t that bad?

And does she unpack anything at home or at work … or does that mean jinxing the way things are?