Okey dokey, so I'm a little bit old-fashioned. Make that really old-fashioned. In the last few months I've been invited to share every detail of my life on facebook, twitter, flikr, yahoo updates, yahoo messenger, yahoo something else, aol, msn and a whole bunch of other sites I didn't even know existed. Some of these sites also have "activities & events" in which it would be *fun* to participate. Great.
People… I rarely get to my email on a regular basis. Friends have learned that it might take days for me to reply. It's not that I don't want to reply or that I lack basic manners, it's just that my life outside of the computer is busy, often chaotic and has its own demands. (Giant Neanderthal squids make many demands; it's in their DNA.)
If I participated in the many websites listed above and a whole bunch I've already forgotten, there wouldn't be anything to share. My life would be lost in cyberspace. (Not to mention what the giant squid would have to say about my spending time on the computer and not with him.)
"I think I'll start twittering and joining in on some of those websites where everyone communicates with everyone else on a regular (sometimes hourly) basis." I casually mentioned the other day, greasing the slide I was bound to slip down.
"No problem, bambina. You go right ahead and do that and spend every night over my lap – face down, butt up – that'll work for me," His Holiness remarked, flexing his biceps.
His Holiness has Popeye biceps despite the absence of spinach in our lives. I wonder if it's those other green uglies he eats…
"Would you like a sample?" he added.
I'm sure I've mentioned that the man was born without couth. Must be his Neanderthal ancestry.
Back to the subject of email. Between email and this occasional blog I'm pretty much occupied on the Internet. There are a few websites I visit regularly but I only participate minimally on them – the Navy wives site, a few fiber arts sites, a story site I used to chat in but now the chat group doesn't show up until way past my bedtime so I don't get to chat with them much. I don't even have time to visit my own links. Is that pathetic or what?
Meanwhile…
There's another big weather system moving up the U.S. east coast. We'll probably get some of it up here in the Quebec boonies. Not that there isn't plenty of snow and ice still blanketing us… I've been warned (repeatedly yawn) that snow angels are not on my agenda. The snow drifts are probably deeper than the depth of my body in a horizontal position so I'll heed that warning.
However… nobody has mentioned snow people. Anatomically correct snow people have never graced the area around the log cabin we're staying in. I wouldn't want to show favoritism to U.S. America… Canada is, after all, in North America… I have some nifty wool scarves, a few chic hats, gloves and bikinis I could add to the snow people to make them "R" rated instead of "OH MY GOD!" rated. (Pausing here to ponder why there are bikinis in my luggage? It's winter here! Hmmm…)
Snow people are a form of art. You've seen ice sculptures… snow people are made of packed snow – a variation on ice crystals… - sort of. I shall contribute art to the Quebec countryside.
"You'd better not be thinking of building snow creatures, Sar."
The man is a mind reader!
"Not going to do that, dear."
I'm planning an entire snow VILLAGE with a snow FORT and lots of snow BALLS as ammunition. This will also be a charitable event. I shall donate all the carrots, celery stalks, and other green uglies. I'm so generous I can't stand it.
"I'm going into town for supplies. Behave yourself while I'm gone. Take a nap; you need to rest a little."
"How long will you be gone?" An innocent question…
"Two-three hours at the most."
Smiling… I love new projects.
~Sar~
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Honey, don't worry about the email, you have a life! I love reading all your stories and you share your life with us all, so no pressure!
Anyway, I thought I knew some vague geography of the US, but I obviously don't, for whenever I read your blog I look up where you are now and it's often a long way from where I thought it was! So you're educational too, and you certainly get around!
I hope you get to make at least one snowperson whilst he's gone.....
Love Sally
Sar, I wonder what sparked this post.
Everyone who knows you, as far as we can on-line, know that you lead a full life, IE; cooking peach flans, pies, cobbler's and such like for Cowboy.
Looking after very large dogs, doing your fiber art, provoking and then attempting to avoid Cowboy's spanking hands, powered by Popeye type muscles.
Not to mention your charitable works, your very informative posts. and your wonderful stories.
I hope that you are recuperating well and are fully recovered.
Stay well dear Sar.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
WAIT, WHAT??? You don't exist to keep me updated and entertained? I thought that was your only reason for getting up in the mornings! LOL! I love your stories, I love to read anything you post on the blog but even more I like to think you are well and enjoying your real life doing the things we so love to read about when you have the time to write.
I hope your village and x-rated snow people are a great success. Can you convince Cowboy that the snow just happened to fall that way? If not, don't forget to post what happens, and write a separate story about it, and tweet it and don't forget facebook and ...
Hugs,
PK
With the current dog issues I am having the only things I can do is check my email and on occasion two support groups.
With all the activities you are involved in I'm amazed that you can actually find ANY computer time.
They are having the annual Polar Bear Plunge in the Bay tomorrow. I thought "Now that is something Sar would do" and I chuckled imagining you running into the water and VERY far away from Cowboy!. (With the wind chill factor its going to be about 16 degrees).
Your blogs always bring a smile; the only thing that really matters is that you stay happy and healthy; the rest is icing.
Snow villages, snow people, snow forts and snowballs.......you go girl!
Candace
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