Life Events

This email was entitled “I am Alive”.

The rumors of my disappearance are not true. I am still alive. The vessel is up and running and everyone loves her. I am finally resuming a normal life once again but not quite there yet. In the past few weeks in addition to the whole new boat thing, my youngest daughter turned 16, my third daughter graduated from high school, my in-laws celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and more! Most of the travel is behind me for a little while anyway.

I was viewing your text yesterday but was unable to reply as my phone finally broke beyond repair. I now have a new phone replacing my 5 year old model. That's pretty old in cell phone years. I hope all is well with you. Are you still employed? I have attached a grainy photo of the two vessels together. I will send lakefront shots once we have the opportunity. She's only been in operation for two weeks so we are still learning systems and continue to outfit her. Have a happy 4th!

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What did we do with ourselves before text messaging and email and blogging and Facebook and, for crying out loud, Twitter? Is every second so fucking important that we have to "post" about it? snicker, giggle...as I "blog" this I cannot help to think how ironic that whole line of thinking is.

Are we so fearful of our mortality that we simply MUST put everything down...right this very minute...in a virtual world that has taken control of not just our waking moments, but our sleep time too? Yes, I've gone to bed thinking, "wow, did I put enough food on those cooktops in Cafe World to actually open it up tomorrow morning at 5am?" The fact that I have a telecommuting friend who "checks in" on both my virtual cafe AND fishtank is, well, embarrassing!

I don't even have a dog walker for my REAL DOG who waits patiently at home, day after day, so excited and happy to see me and then loyal parks herself beneath my chair as I type this blog! She does give the lifted eyebrow look every so often to remind me there are other, more importants task to tend to -- but for now -- she's just happy I'm in the same room with her, a socked foot lightly brushing her back as she slowly falls back asleep...