I keep feeling this tug of this restless, creative energy. And I'm wasting it. I have to start writing again, if nothing else. I also want to go back to knitting, because it was really cool creating something tangible and useful.
My life is wonderfully full of things. The kids are growing and maturing and are amazing people. I have been working at the hospital again with more regularity. (Although the new regime is quite authoritarian and lame in their scheduling!) This weekend in fact, I had two very cool drug consults with residents. I felt like I actually knew what I was talking about! Maybe I am not destined to be a professional med-approver/time-changer. Actually most days I am a professional chauffeur/secretary/cook/maid---and I don't say that disparagingly. It's a most difficult job, and unfortunately none of those jobs get done with 100% accuracy. (I'm very good at surfing the net though. ;-) )
My husband brings me home flowers when I have a cold. :) I feel like I have a BFF in town, and my sisters are a lifeline.
Shifting gears...you know the whole Facebook and Twitter thing? Good in many ways and for certain things. I mean, I think my whole HS class is now connected again. (That's a good thing because we were small and actually like each other. Well, we didn't hate each other...) But this whole 140 character, instant update world just seems to be feeding our addiction to instant gratification. I mean, I guess it's cool because we do tend to be able to keep up with each other more easily. But it wasn't that long ago people were lamenting the death of hand-written correspondence; now we don't even email anymore, we update our Facebook status or Tweet. For God's sake people expect the POTUS to have fixed the country in 12 months...(had to sneak in politics! heehee) Maybe people should invest in short films, they could be the future! People could watch them on their iphones on their way to work. Eh, I guess TV episodes work just as well. But marketed right to the artst-fartsy crowd...
God, am I turning into some cranky old person longing for the good ol' days of vinyl and newspaper crosswords?
Okay, I know I sound like that abusive lover again, but this time I promise I will keep updating. I know you've been coming by and checking. And I love you for it.
Yeah, yeah, I know, that and $2 will get you a cut of coffee. But my heart and head are totally in the right place. I just might make it happen.
7 comments:
Yay! I miss your blog, G. One post every 6 months just isn't enough.
-- magnoliajem
I think both our blogs are suffering because of facebook. Much easier to write one sentence and check up on people than sit and journal. I'm almost thinking of quiting FB, (and cable TV and sugar).
Geeze, it's about time. and get crack-a-lackin on a knitted item for Violet! I think the poncho youmade Viv fits now ;-)
Okay, so I haven't checked your blog in a while, since, well, you hadn't updated in a while! Anyway, I'm glad you updated and I'd love for you to get back to writing. I totally agree with you regarding Facebook and Twitter. There's something about all these short convos / multitasking / distractedness that is really giving people a short attention span (maybe that's why we can't focus deeply on one topic -- anyone remember the Haiti earthquake that is no longer in the news much?) and perhaps a short fuse. IDK. Some change, technology, whatever... is good. Some is just over the top. I've been thinking more and more about some of the anti-technology writers (or rather writers who think we've become less human the more we embrace some technologies) and thinking of some short stories. I was thinking about this years ago and even had a start on one and a title for a collection. Yeah, G, get back to writing, please. I'll read it, and I'm sure others will, too. Okay, this is far far too long for today's world, but I'm posting it anyway :p
I'm with you, G, I miss blogging and yet I don't do it. But, I AM doing a newspaper crossword right now. Kind of out of necessity, but there's something romantic about it, like washing your stockings in the bathroom sink. I'll encourage you if you encourage me. xo
promises, promises...
*poke poke*
still waiting here..........
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