I’m trying to figure this all out. I find after the weekend I have to go back and search my “history”. It’s not history folks, it only happened a day or so ago. Then eventually, I just “google myself” to find my google page which is somehow connected to my bargain-basement blog page which is also available on my Facebook page and I tweet each blog. No, I think I tweet each blog but since I have never, ever checked my twitter account, I can’t be sure. It’s as if I form all these words into clever little origami butterflies and send them off into cyber-space, rarely to know if they survive.
So I took some time off today to meet my friend Lauren (who is getting more exposure in my blog than she probably wants) for lunch. We met at the Milford Cafe On The Oval…the new one. I can say that because in my years here (not that many) I have actually dined at both the old one and the new one. A sense of history and place is important theme here. Not one I’m getting in my Internet adventures.
The roads are horrific, but at this point, in New Hampshire, in the winter, following a blizzard, you just have to get out of the house and drive. I got a window seat and waited for Lauren. Checking my email revealed a forward from Lauren. Her dentist’s wife has a blog and mentioned a publisher “check it out”. I did. Carrie Cariello’s writing is so captivating I wanted to drop by her house for coffee. As the mother of 5 under 10 years of age she brings alive that mindset of being a mother and wife that I visit years later in my journals.
Which brings me back to the present conundrum. Hate the technology (Unabashed cry for help here) but the words and the act of reading them is like a drug.
Truthfully, I’d rather be taking pictures of snow from my loft than wrestling with the Internet.
Therapeutic Misadventures 