Yesterday I wrote about not checking in on Facebook.
What is worse than that is my laptop sits here and mocks me.
I used to sit and be more religious about posting on the blog and checking my email. Uh, ok, maybe later, which becomes two days later.Once upon a time that would have never been me. I would sit in front of this laptop until my fingers would feel as though they were falling off. I just don’t have the inclination I used to have about being on line. Quite frankly, again, my shoulder, along with my forearm, is dictating what I am doing. I probably would be on more, especially if I could figure how to hook up my heating pad on my desk chair.
It’s funny that I no longer sit plastered to the keyboard. You realize things that you could be doing, or, more importantly, SHOULD be doing. I surprise myself in that, when walking past my laptop, I don’t feel the guilt that I should be on there.
It’s a good thing.
Or should I say lack of communication sucks?
People will text each other until the cows come home.They’ll Skype or face time basically for the initial novelty of it, but once it fades. so does the communication.I go on public transportation and look around to see that on a bus of 25 people, all but two are reading their phones.
Maybe it’s a question of people not being heard by the people they live with.Maybe it’s a question of people not being heard by people they work with.Maybe it’s a question of people not being heard by their friends.
It might be time to put the cell phones down, the tablet down, the laptop down, and talk and LISTEN to the other guy.
What do you think?
I don’t know if it’s unpacking boxes and bags, or getting back to work on Monday but I sit here with a case of the February blahs.
I know I shouldn’t: today is my Zushs’ twelfth birthday, weather was decent, I am out of the city and yet, I don’t know.Maybe I am reading too many sad stores on line.Maybe my mind just keeps racing onto so many topics.Maybe I just need a swift kick in the butt.**Joking**.
We have little furniture in here as of yet,and maybe I am just tired of hacking away on a laptop while sitting bent over a counter. Visions of the old house and my big,roomy desk come dancing through my head.Add onto that the falls from last week, and I think I just need to unwind from the crap I am subjecting my body to.
My laptop sits on a little table off in a corner of a room, where I can actually look out a
window to see what’s going on in the yard and street.
It has been my window on the weather world of late.
I have beautiful views of a winter wonderland and at twilight it’s even more magical.
The threat of more upcoming storms has me here sitting and waiting and thinking. It’s become like a mantra in my head: snow, ice and rain. Ugh!It has gotten to the point where the front must be getting closer because the pressure in my sinuses is flaring up.As I sit here thinking of ice, I am lamenting the fact that my yak tracks (ice shoes) are in the storage locker.If it is indeed icy tomorrow, one bus route will probably be rerouted.When will I find out? Uh, when I am waiting at a corner for a bus that will never come.