Storm In A Teacup.

By alison August 13, 2007 8 Comments 2 Min Read

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Never let it be said that I am not the most dramatic person you know. If I can turn a calamity into a catastrophe I will do it with glee. It is quite frankly, an abhorrent trait. Serve it up with nails bitten to the quick and you’ve got a sure fire route to social leprosy… lets face it, seeking  sympathy for  deceased computers on a regular basis where one should only be seeking sympathy for an appendage we shall now refer to as my laptops wooden leg, is appalling and you are more than welcome to beat me with a great big stick should you be feeling suitably wronged…
So the moral of this sorry tale? Always seek the advice of elaborate  moustach-i-oed  boffins before  calling the funeral directors.  And trust me there are more circumstances in life than you would imagine, to which such wisdom can be applied…
But enough of this nonsense and back to the business at hand.

It is a fact often bandied about, that life without the internet is life enriched by conversation, and books, and walks and music and housework and baths and happiness.  Time without the demands of my internet addiction reminds me that I have a love/hate relationship with my laptop. Can’t live with it and oh lordy, can’t live without it. I endure cold turkey, come out the other side and find a life abundant in crimson gladioli and cherry cake. Early nights and a mind so empty creativity dances a polka through it. And very very occasionally I suspect that the world contrives to  offer me this space to just be again. To take a holiday from that which only exists in a silver box that has become as necessary to me as breathing apparatus.

And yet here I am again. With fresh perspective about what it is I need to do more than just survive another day, another week, or another month. There are three weeks left of Finleys Summer holidays. I want to make the most of them. Of him. And so some days I’ll be here and some days, if it is ok with you, I’ll be making mud pies and charting the progress of our sunflowers…
Blogging my life away is the closest thing  I have ever known to pure, unadulterated passion.  But I don’t have to be  a  slave to it.
And neither do you.

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8 Comments

  1. Susana says:

    Yay, good for you! I was so happy to see there was a new post, but am happy that you don't feel you need to be a slave to posting. We all love hearing from you on Brocante Home, but definitely understand that you've also got to live your life! I hope you and Finn have fun these last weeks and hope your end of summer is filled with Magic.
    -Susana
    New Mexico

  2. Debra says:

    yEA! I am so glad you are back even if it is once in a while. My mornings just weren't the same without reading your blog. Your writing is so refreshing as well as your outlook on this wonderful life and all that it brings. Have fun with Finley – give him an extra hug from me.
    Debra
    Woodbury, CT

  3. June says:

    Thank you for the reminder to appreciate the other wonders of life rather than spend our time on the computer. Enjoy your time with Finley!

  4. Monique says:

    you are so right, but I'm sure glad you aren't gone for a long time. I would sure miss reading your posts. My kids are home for another week and then my son will have been home for nearly 10 weeks, that's a real long time. He wants to go to school again. I can't blame him. It's better to have some kind of schedule, especiallly when you have an autistic disorder ; )

  5. Amy says:

    ooh I'm glad you're back, happy you got your laptop fixed 😀

  6. Melissa from Georgia says:

    amen…you could not have said it better. The days I forget to make time to get online are often the kinda days I used to have before all this internet fuss and they are simple and lovely…so lovely sometimes that I just can't wait to get online and blog about it 🙂

  7. Well said! And that just after I have spent a night unable to sleep thinking up all sorts of delicious things to blog. Of course, midnight thoughts are not always the most well thought out thoughts – in the light of day. Now, to shower and spend the day with my children. Blessings… -Polly

  8. I too have a gift for calamity into K TASTROPHYEEEEEEEK!!!! hahaha! You totally crack me up!

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