I believe I am well past apologies at this point. Here it has been well over a month since my last post. As many discovered through my posts that the Depression was far too near to our actual times for comfort. The increasing discoveries of our past through politics and how they shadow and color today began to be overwhelming. It was not unlike an extensive art renovation peeling back the layers of a loved old painting to realize that the foundation of a lovely bucolic scene had been built upon the mad renderings of a Hieronymus Bosch depiction of Hell.
I hadn’t any original intentions to unplug as I have done. It simply happened. One day, guilt free, away from the computer. Another day came and went with meals and cleaning and gardening but no computer. Their were mornings spent watching my new chickens, afternoons weeding the garden and occasional breaks in the days with bike rides to the shore with hubby and friends. It began to feel almost like a delicious decadence, these blog-less days. My chores done and the day stretched before me with no need to touch a key nor sit in front a screen. The earth called and my nails grew rich with dark soil. There were trips to local garden centers with friends; happily choosing flowers. Dinner parties under the trees lit with candles, our laughter, and the late night crickets. And still no computer. I reveled in a world in which the most advanced technology I needed was my old stove and pad and paper.
So, to say the least, I have used the computer very little. There were very few reasons to touch it. I have taken my break from writing. I have no interest in TV and any movies I wished to indulge in I could do so on our old set rigged to play dvd’s with the black and white feel of the past. What are my plans for the future with this site? I am not sure.
I do know that I love to write and wish to do so again. With the missing part of my day being the discipline of desk/computer/writing/research time, I have looked more to my studio. Dreaming up art projects.
The main thing I seemed to have learned during these past three years of time travel is that if one learns skills one can manage more things. I find having more to do each day makes the day more enjoyable and gives me a better feeling about myself and my own accomplishments.
I think my posts may begin to return to one day a week to get me back into the swing of the things. I have so many things growing in my garden that would be fun to share. And various things I am I always doing or trying that would be good as well. Like my good ole’ fashioned homemaker blogs. I think that might be of interest to all. I shall still touch on the past, of course, in context of that post. And all the while begin compiling my book of my experience.
Well, for those of you out there that have stuck around I hope you continue to do so. For any new followers, simply click the link to start at my 1955 year to see the insanity that has brought me to where I am. And, as always, Happy Homemaking.