So…i am at Ease this evening. Today's monsoon storm has come and gone. There is a good Wind, but just good. All is well. I am sitting here, typing away. Watching the print appear on the screen as it appears in my mind. Thinking how i think it and it flows down from my brain into my arms and out my fingers onto the keyboard then appearing on the screen. It's a kind of Talking. Silent Talking. and an odd kind because i talk first and then Wait for YOU to say something back. Not the same as in a "real time" conversation that is immediate. There is waiting here. It's nice, in its own way. But so is….talking. VOICE.
so here is my telephone number: 575 835 9363
it's True, that i am not a lot a telephone person. But it is also TRUE that sometimes i am. or, Like it. A Voice. A voice is very important. An immediate response. So i'm thinking about all this. Wondering. Thinking how it's changed. the Etiquette of Communication. How it seems that the telephone is "off limits". Is somehow an Invasion? Feeling that it's really an Intrusion to call someone.
Just thinking. Just Wondering.
While there was no way to communicate here, i watched closely how my world seemed to become so much smaller. How it was just as far as my eye could see out over the horse pasture next door. I don't have television or radio, even, tho i could have radio…and maybe i might do the radio thing again?…but in these two days that seemed much longer, there was only me and whoever lives here with me. Sunday night the granddaughter called and it felt like from outer space.
So to pull all this up a little short…There is the TELEPHONE number up above. If you might be Wondering what's going on….dial it…HA! poke the numbers. I'll answer.
The very Fine young man in the Telephone/Internet tech support, after he fed in the "lost" or "forgotten" information from/to the modem told me that sometimes when this happens, it begins to happen again and that means i need to get a new modem. This one is 8 years old. Which to me seems young. But i guess in modem world it isn't. So OK. i won't be shocked like i was this weekend.
this is how the Storms are. Just before the Internet went out, this one came…from over on the Rim. They are stronger and MORE than they ever have been.
Chinche is afraid. She doesn't know what to do.
Tay stays as close as she can get.
When SUN comes
in cloth, does she "read" as she originally did in paper? I can't tell because i am so used to looking at her
and i forgot to say….to the first above, that i would Never just kind of disappear here with no explanation. I would at least say i'm going away. Writing here and posting the pics is not at all hard for me. It takes no undue effort, and really is a certain kind of Joy. I am not one to be worn down by blogging or the Internet. Always, my only concern is that it's boring, and i have come to terms with that and think…Oh Well….Boring…so OK.
So….LOVE to All who come around. It means a lot. Here in this Place i find mySelf…..
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