I must say, the irony is not lost on me . . .
My last blog post waxed poetic on the virtues of unplugging, of stepping away from the computer screen to spend time with those you love. From the look of things you’d think I took my own advice. Alas . . . the next day I proceeded to rip the phone jack from the wall whilst pulling up carpet.
Hence, the radio silence.
At least that’s where the snowball began: we didn’t bother to replace the phone jack until the new floors were in; then my brother, niece, and nephew arrived from Sweden–they don’t visit the U.S. very often, don’t you know, so we were compelled to frolic; then I was planning a wedding . . . getting married . . . honeymooning . . . moving . . .
Wait a minute, you’re married?!
That’s right, I am quite finished kissing frogs. And yes, when I actually had news, I wrote nary a word. Sigh.
Needless to say, I plan to snuggle in with the love of my life as we celebrate our first Christmas together–there’s a slight chance I’ll steal a kiss or two beneath the mistletoe.
Before I do, however, I want you to know (despite the silence) I did think of you and missed you terribly. So I shall be back, to catch you up.
In the meantime, I wish you love, joy, and peace this holiday season.
And a very Merry Christmas, from me to you!
PS – that vintage postcard slays me. What in the world?
Longmire and mi madre: the remnants of a species bereft of cell phones.
And now, Longmire stands alone.
Last weekend my mom purchased her first cell phone; this week she’s learning to send texts and the fun of conversing with the Swedes, in real time.
Of course, she’s also having to remember to bring it home from work and charge the battery, as well as the drudgery of being expected to be reached at all times.
You know, that reminds me — on August 4, 1922 Alexander Graham Bell was laid to rest. In memorandum, all telephone service in the United Sates and Canada was silenced for one minute. Thirteen million phones; not a single call.
Can you imagine such tomfoolery nowadays?
Yet even the man credited with patenting the first telephone understood the importance of taking a step back. On his seventy-fifth birthday — just a few months shy of his death — he admitted to refusing a telephone in his private study.
It seems the man knew a thing or two. Perhaps we should take note.
With that, I hope you’ve the chance to disconnect this weekend, if even for a moment; to recharge in solitude; to reconnect with those you love, not through a screen, but in person. . .