Rhythm is getting quite old. She is happiest in Mark’s arms.
My feet have found flowers!
Eggs have been dyed!
We’d love to see you at the reception!
If these postcards all look very black and white, it’s because I forgot to pack my watercolor set. Rats.
Lately I’ve run across a rash of articles telling me how to get off line for a day, a week, or some such amount of time. I wonder about the people who write these. Perhaps if I spent too much time on games, recipes, or pinterest, it might be of interest, but I don’t want to be unplugged. Do these people who write such articles not have children, parents, or any family members that they worry about?
I had a conversation with a friend a few years ago, she was talking about how happy her husband was when he didn’t have his cell phone, and how worried she was. I agree with her, there is nothing so comforting as a cell phone sitting next to me, not vibrating or ringing. I feel all is right with the world. but if I’ve forgotten my phone? Anything could happen! I think it might be a bit of a holdover from 9/11, I worked retail that day, and had the store radio quietly tuned to the classical Canadian station, as I was instructed. It was a bit of a mystery that there weren’t any customers, but no one from the main office, in fact, no one, let me know the terrors that were happening. I did get a phone call from my husband after both towers collapsed. It hadn’t occurred to anyone that I wouldn’t know.
I know where I was when Kennedy was shot, the nuns at my school were breaking down, it was quite a surprise. I know where I was when we landed on the moon, glued to the TV. I know where I was on 9/11, I was gleefully framing pictures at a retail store, unaware of the horror. I never want to be that out-of-it again. I want to be in the loop.
If something happens, I need to know. Mark and I have made a couple of trips to emergency in the past few weeks with parents (all fine now) and I want those parents to know I’ve a cell phone near by and they can rely on me. I don’t have children, but I can’t imagine anyone would willingly not be available without a great back-up plan. I’m old, I remember what it was to call someone before answering machines, hoping they answered, or left you a work number. I’m not going back, I need to be connected.
Today’s pie is mulberry.