Yesterday I was put in mind of a play I had to read for my Irish Literature class. You may have heard of it, though I kind of hope (for your sake) that you’ve never had to read it. Waiting for Godot is an entire play’s worth of dialogue between two guys who are waiting for that title character to show up—and we never even learn who Godot IS, let alone see him. The entirety of the drama (and in this case I use the word loosely) plays out in the waiting for him. (Or, heck, maybe her. Maybe they were waiting for Wonder Woman all along!) Anyway, Godot never does show up, which is why I’m put in mind of that drama now. I spent the entirety of yesterday waiting for a package that pulled a Godot.

Our local Post Office is the most strangely organized I’ve ever known. We get two or three visits every day from different mail trucks, rather than rounding up and bringing all the items bound for this address in a single visit. And of course on the day I was anxiously watching for a delivery, the mail trucks—all of them!—ran late. I entertained myself by packing up the (very old, VERY slow) desktop computer I’m replacing, and cleaned my desk, and sorted and labeled all the cords of things that had been plugged into it. All day long my Amazon app continued to insist that my new desktop computer was “arriving today”—but my dimming optimism checked out entirely when the third mail truck zipped away into the dark, leaving my oak desk-top still, well, desktop-free. That last delivery got left on the porch of my house since our office was closed… By that point I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be “arriving today,” whatever the app said.

I’m particularly excited about this new desktop because it’s a Mac. Used and “refurbished,” but Mac! I’ve been a Mac girl since my very first MacBook laptop, almost 20 years ago, and I purely love the ways my Apples work together. I’m reading a book on my iPad, and when I pick it up on my phone, it opens to the page where I left off on the tablet. I set a reminder on my watch, and the notification pops up on when I’m using my laptop. I airdrop photos and files from tablet to laptop. I copy a sentence from a text on my phone, then hit “paste” in a document on my laptop—and the sentence appears. You don’t even need to do any hocus-pocus—they just naturally work together.

My mom called me recently, to ask my opinion about switching to Mac when she buys a new computer, and I told her straight-up that I’m entirely biased: I’m an Apple addict! I did warn her that there’s a steep learning curve when you switch from PC, because the “how” of almost everything on the Mac is different… But almost without exception, the Mac design makes more sense. You get the feeling that PC is a house where they kept tacking on extra rooms and doors, stuck with what they’d already built, and just trying to work it into what they were adding on. Mac, by contrast, seems built from a blueprint, with a lot of thought to its design before they ever cut a board. Thought went into every element and every process, and nothing got “tacked on” to something they should have done differently in the first place.

At the end of the evening, my Amazon app finally aligned itself with reality, providing the disheartening announcement that my computer had been delayed, and is now “expected by November 20.” I’m taking heart, though, from the fact that yesterday’s delay happened in LaGrande (only an hour away), and today’s tracking already shows movement this morning, so perhaps there is hope for today. I’ll try not to drive myself crazy haunting the mailbox.

Clearly waiting is not my strong suit. I would have wanted to kill Godot.