This week I've received some awesome emails from high school friends who questioned where I wandered off to since I left FB in September. (Thank you, Kathy C., for being my agent and pointing them to me since I left FB.) I learned more about them in two emails than I have in months and months of following them on FB. My good friend, Kathy, started her own blog and I'm totally enjoying reading her stories as well. Nancy put up a blog and although I think she should put up more posts as she leaves me hanging out there for more, I love her blogsite. So, I made the observation yesterday that I am a bit selfish and what I really want is your undivided attention and I want to give you my undivided attention. CAN ANYONE OUT THERE RELATE TO THIS? You know, I go to lunch or coffee with friends and now that phones can display FB, they can't take their eyes off their cell phones. I'll be in the middle of a conversation and my own phone goes off. Do I answer it or let it go to voicemail? Should I turn my phone off? Should I leave my phone at home? Washington state passed a law this year banning use of hand-held phones while driving. The place where I work requires we turn our phones completely off while at work. I think that's fair. They just want our undivided attention while we trade work for pay and while we drive. It's not unreasonable.
And, if I still have your attention, I did a little research yesterday regarding hand-written letters. Did you know that hand-written letters is #9 on the Top 25 Things Vanishing From America? Seriously. I also read an article this week in the newspaper that cursive writing is a vanishing skill at Oregon colleges. A vanishing skill. Think about it. Once these skills go away, they likely will not come back.
Last night, when I got home late, I threw up some photos and a little bit of commentary about them and hit the hay. I thought about it for a while before I went to sleep. Just in the couple days of my month-long quest to take more photos, I feel like something is missing because I haven't written in the mornings like I usually do. I need to write. For me. It takes the words swirling around in my brain and places them elsewhere. Whether it's on this blog or my personal journal or an email or a hand-written letter, I need to write.
Okay, that's all. I'll move over so someone else can stand on the soapbox.