Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Disconnected

My I-phone died yesterday.

Maybe it was because it poured rain most of the day and Conner, Hania and I were running through it in Philipsburg the Capital of the Dutch side of the island. Of course I was using it in the rain. Then we got back to my tiny studio and I was reading a long message from a friend asking questions about my writing when it just went dead.

At about that same moment, it stopped raining and the sun came out. I think that I heard a choir of angels. Maybe.

Everyone who knows me knows that I am wed to the thing constantly whipping it off my hip and letting my fingers fly. At Bored meetings Johnny O and Trolley Joe are forever rolling their eyes at me when I do this. They tell one another that Micheal is “sex-ting” again.

Once Conner took it away from me and put it in the freezer handing me a beer at the same time. He put his arm around my shoulder and took me to the beach to get away from it.

My son Jeremy once said, “Jesus Dad you use that thing more than anybody. No wonder you’re always having to charge it!”

Now God has intervened and struck it dead.

I tried to raise it from the dead last night but charging it through the evening but, alas I evidently am not Christ like enough and it is still as dead as a door nail. I stare at it in disbelief.

What in the world am I going to do? Even Conner seems sympathetic.

But the Tropical Storm has passed and the sun is shinning and there are all of these hummingbirds and butterflies whisking around me. The waves are breaking softly on the reef. The weather is warm.

I suppose on the one hand that I am disconnected. On the other hand I’m standing here with my feet in the aqua-blue-green warm water and feel very much alive.

I suppose that God made the decision for me.