Summer Sunday

These days can provide time to think. Too much time, sometimes. I was the first one awake and I finished the Jennifer Winspear book: dowsing, second-sight, revenge & forgiveness. It is too hot for me today and I am not anxious to start dirt-work -- though picking beans before the rain is a good idea and working some more in the cool basement is another. Until I choose, I sit down at my desk to get ready for tomorrow, to just "check my email" (none), and check out the truth behind a revelation dream: that my Facebook page under the old ISP still exists... it does! And there is the last message from a friend who died last week in her sleep. And there is a posting from a friend who, last year, married and moved to the South. I sent the blog link to two people. I unplugged my cell phone from its charger.

I am not driven, in my elderly wisdom, to be the best nor have the newest. I go rather cautiously into the NEW -- driven by a vague messianic feeling to model "bravery." Email quickly proved itself to be valuable and now I have multiple addresses and chat with myself, sending links and teaching materials back and forth to one or another of my offices. I have a cell phone now, as of last week, and I have entered numbers into the contacts list; I've used it once. I am afraid to give out the number because I don't want to be interrupted, and because I don't want people to see me frantically digging through my purse to find the phone... I would like to look COOL. I started this blog just to prove that I could, in front of my class -- perhaps some of them will read it, and comment -- and now, like charging the phone or checking for missed calls, I have added a new committment to my life. No, I don't have to run with the crowd, but am I not at a time in my life when I am supposed to be reducing the committments?