My Disconnected Wife

When the love of my life terminated her employment last Friday she turned in her iPhone, iPad and Macbook.  She was a bit fidgety over the weekend, temporarily out of touch, but we had a good day sailing followed by a great day hiking, thanks to a moderate breeze and fabulous wildflowers, respectively.  

First thing Monday morning she showed up for work with her new company, I believe it’s called “Facebook,” where they gave her new toys. Unfortunately, when she attempted to log on to iCloud, where she had stored all things important, she had forgotten her password because the old computer had always logged on automatically for her.  No problem, right?  Just use the “forgot my password” option.  

Wrong. The forgot-my-password system insisted on sending a new password link to her iPhone—the iPhone to which she no longer has access.  And she’s been unable to schedule a genius appointment at the Apple store because—you guessed it—she doesn’t remember her Apple password.  

So it’s Wednesday now, and she’s still disconnected. And so this afternoon, Facebook’s newest employee will be languishing at the Apple store, without so much as an appointment, attempting to reconnect with the marvelous world she's helped concoct here in Silicon Valley.  ​

There's a parable in here somewhere.  And I love her dearly.