I am in complete blog withdrawal. I know sometimes I don’t post. I know that sometimes I go several days without posting but that’s just because I’m out there reading and reflecting on your wisdom. ‘Member how I said yesterday that I might not be around for a while. Well, I didn’t mean to be. I spent the whole day packing and I’d be completely done if I hadn’t ran out of boxes. So that’s where I am now…. out looking for boxes. I thought the library might have some… not. Okay, I admit it. I came here for an internet fix. I am pathetic.
Actually, this using a public computer is quite an interesting experience for me. First I had to login with ye old library card. Then low and behold a “Session Information” box appeared. It floats above my open browser [not Firefox, btw :(] and taunts me with its blinking message. “You have 59 minutes remaining.” What!? 59 minutes!? I can’t visit and respond to all of blogland (or even just my favorite haunts) in 59 minutes! I generally do my blog hopping in snippets all day long. 59 minutes? This just will not do. … Or maybe it will. There is something to be said for the pressure of a deadline. I have already decided what I have time to read and what will have to wait. I am focused. There is no clicking willy-nilly. I am a woman with a mission, albeit a silent mission. Silent because I am in a library surround by other library patrons deep in their own thoughts. It simply will not do to LOL or ROTFL. Sad but true. Anyway this silence thing is starting to get to me in other ways too. I am down to 35 minutes and I’ve not spoken a word out loud in all that time. Perhaps that sounds normal to you but let me assure you it is not. I am a talking typist. Re-reading out loud what I have written helps me to clarify my thoughts. Saying the words out loud as I am typing helps me to avoid typos. I apologize in advance for lack of coherency and errors of all sorts.
I am also unaccustomed to the lack of interruptions. At this point (36 minutes in) I should have been asked to “get a glass of milk, please”; “fix mine train tracks”; “read a story” and “play Uno”. There should have been at least one spilled drink and at least one munchkin should have had their feelings (or their body) hurt by the other. My brain doesn’t quite know how to function in this very constant way. I have been a stop n go thinker for almost 6 years now. It’s hard to go back. But only 20 minutes remain so I must press on.
Tomorrow we finally move in. We will, however; not have internet access (except for library escapes) until Thursday afternoon. We will not have a fridge or washer/dryer until Friday. We will have furniture. We will have food. We will have each other and we will have more than one room to occupy so we don’t drive each other crazy … anymore.
Life is good.
… with 13 minutes to spare.
