Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Back in the saddle again
We're back online.
It feels nice, as you can imagine. Both Squeeze and I missed that connection with the greater world, in different ways. We are so lucky in the fact that our BIL's parents had a computer that they were looking to give away. With everything else that has gone on in these past months, it was such a relief to us. Yesterday the vacuum stopped working mid-swipe (it came unplugged) and my first thought was, "What?! The vacuum too???"
It's been rough.
I am thankful for my time away to some extent, because I feel like it taught me a lot. It felt good to not have that raging curiosity tickling my mind, wondering what is going on in all the blogs that I follow, or if so-and-so has emailed me back yet. Or worse, that black hole that Facebook is to me. It's just best not to go on.
I wouldn't say that I was controlled by the computer (Squeeze might), but I do think the accumulated time spent here-and-there added up throughout the day. And that tickling -- it was irritating.
So now I need to set manageable and realistic expectations of myself. My primary method of communication is through email, both personal and practical. I like the interaction and life-sharing of blogging. It is nice to have that slight connection with the past through Facebook, however intermittent. I enjoy listening to iTunes at different points throughout the day. I regularly request inter-library loans at home, often on the spur of the moment.
etc., etc., etc.
But I can't let this whole business tickle my mind like it has in the past. It was nice to have that month to show me the alternative, which was NOTHING at all; but freeing nonetheless. Conclusion: I'll be parring down my tickle-time.
You'll be hearing from me, though.
It feels nice, as you can imagine. Both Squeeze and I missed that connection with the greater world, in different ways. We are so lucky in the fact that our BIL's parents had a computer that they were looking to give away. With everything else that has gone on in these past months, it was such a relief to us. Yesterday the vacuum stopped working mid-swipe (it came unplugged) and my first thought was, "What?! The vacuum too???"
It's been rough.
I am thankful for my time away to some extent, because I feel like it taught me a lot. It felt good to not have that raging curiosity tickling my mind, wondering what is going on in all the blogs that I follow, or if so-and-so has emailed me back yet. Or worse, that black hole that Facebook is to me. It's just best not to go on.
I wouldn't say that I was controlled by the computer (Squeeze might), but I do think the accumulated time spent here-and-there added up throughout the day. And that tickling -- it was irritating.
So now I need to set manageable and realistic expectations of myself. My primary method of communication is through email, both personal and practical. I like the interaction and life-sharing of blogging. It is nice to have that slight connection with the past through Facebook, however intermittent. I enjoy listening to iTunes at different points throughout the day. I regularly request inter-library loans at home, often on the spur of the moment.
etc., etc., etc.
But I can't let this whole business tickle my mind like it has in the past. It was nice to have that month to show me the alternative, which was NOTHING at all; but freeing nonetheless. Conclusion: I'll be parring down my tickle-time.
You'll be hearing from me, though.
Friday, October 15, 2010
And so it is
First verse, same as the first
Old bag version, a whole lot worse
The only difference from last week (or was it the week before?) to now is that it has come to light that we also need to replace our washing machine, telephone, and the front struts of our luxurious Dodge Caravan.
Oh well, I guess.
Old bag version, a whole lot worse
The only difference from last week (or was it the week before?) to now is that it has come to light that we also need to replace our washing machine, telephone, and the front struts of our luxurious Dodge Caravan.
Oh well, I guess.