1. I'm still very much alive and well.
2. This blog is not abandoned, nor will it be. Ten years this year, same url, same title. But a very different woman than I was a decade ago.
3. I've grown extremely comfortable with being more of an observer than a participant. In real life and in cyberspace.
4. Moving to the Big Island is the smartest thing I've done. So far.
5. The world at large is one supreme joke, and my opinions and wrist-wringing won't change a thing.
6. Most of my contemporaries during my years as a young adult turned out to be racists. Or exceedingly closed-minded at the very least. This realization continues to unnerve me.
7. My children are still the one thing in my life that I am proud about. Otherwise, pride seems more burdensome than anything else.
8. Groups of women scare me, still. Women are mean-something else I never realized for most of my years. Always thought men were the worst that way, but cruel females are just more covert about it.
9. We planted turmeric in our lower field last week and are excited about growing more and more stuff.
10. Love is the answer.
Photo of Sunnyhill in Mendocino. Otherwise known as the Cozy Shack and where I lived when I began blogging in May of 2005.
Friday, July 11, 2014
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Monday, June 16, 2014
Well, I caved and returned to Facebook. Lots going on with my children that I was out of the loop on. Why? Because Facebook has replaced other forms of communication. I learned that solidly in my year and a half hiatus from it. People just don't take the time to stay in touch any other way anymore. So much easier to "see" what people have been up to, and one can be completely covert and voyeuristic in doing so. No need to say or do anything-just peek right into someone's life. Do I sound sarcastic? I hope so.
Although it's a relief to be more closely connected to a couple of my children who eschew old school communication, I regret the fact that I am back in the muck and mire and general nonsense that's involved. My friends list is trimmed down, and I do so love many of them. But the fact remains- a growing number of people don't care about maintaining contact unless it's through Facebook. Emailing is a thing of the past for many, and forget about phone calls. Texts suit most people just fine. We are becoming watchers, not participants. I find it all a bit creepy, but then I am of another era. I still write cards, and love handwritten communication. I'm no Luddite, either. I've been communicating via computer since the early 90's, and my last job on the mainland was at an ISP.
My cave-in occurred about a week ago. Many days had passed since I'd had an update from my eldest child, my son. His life has been a lot like a meat grinder lately, and I get concerned, especially being across the sea. All I had to do was get back onto Facebook, and voila-conversation was immediately possible. This is a must, since we've been planning his escape from the Bay Area for a while. After 7 years of working and living there, he is about to jump ship. 7 years have brought a lot of change to that region, and most of it is negative. Especially if you're not a real estate magnate, start-up entrepreneur, or vapid techie. It's all over for the regular folks like me, who just happened to be born and raised there. Older daughter wants out as well, though not to Hawaii, yet. Probably to Santa Cruz county initially. But I digress... My son will be here soon. We both are thrilled and look forward to helping him decompress, wind down, regroup and rethink his life. We truly welcome the chance to have this time with him. He needs us, even though he is 32 years old. So what? He is my own flesh and blood until I breathe my last breath. Nobody is done growing and learning at 32, no matter what they say. Hopefully, one is growing and learning all of their lives. They should be!
This opportunity for my son would never, ever have been an option with my own parents. Not when I wanted to get away from the Tahoe party life and go to college, or when I had my face pummeled by someone who claimed to love me, never did my family open their arms or their home to the younger me. Sometimes our children need a little emotional support in this life, and I haven't lost sight of that.
Do you ever wonder why some people had children in the first place? I do. I mean, I know why it happens... But why bother, if all you do is make them feel like they are burdensome disappointments throughout? My kids are this life's one true gift, and the primary reason I climb out of bed every day. They will never be made to feel otherwise, as I was.