Sanctuary

I would say that I am in a blogging funk, except that is not really it at all. I have actually had the urge to write, but am a little cramped by some misguided, grand existential thinking on my part.  Oh sure, I could put forth some effort into a post about how both the Democrats and the Republicans have driven me into the arms of the Libertarians, but in the end.  Who really cares?  Why waste my time?

Then, I will not.

I suppose I simply have wanted to spend time on me, lately.  Digging my way through piles of junk and sorting it for charity or trash.......Reading my way through a dusty cache of books ........Knitting some woe-begotten, neglected projects (A hat!  A winter hat! Finished before winter, imagine that) .......   Hanging out with Team Chaos .........  Mightily enjoying some new television (Recently, I peed my pants giggling so hard at NBC's new show, Community.)

Living a life, I suppose.

I often struggle with how much of this blogging is real and in my head. Some of it is real - the connections and friendships I have made.  Since blogging , I have added new phone numbers to call with new addresses for sending packages and Christmas cards.  It is not all Alice in Wonderland around here.

But sometimes,  I wonder if am appropriately seeing the folks who are right in front of me.

It is difficult to achieve that perfect balance. But I do know this, when I am offline more, I feel better.  Healthier. Refreshed.

And?  Ready to hop back in.  So, no - this is not the I Quit post.  This is the I Love Blogging post and sometimes, I just need to slow down to appreciate it.

That is all.  Nothing more.

Internet Detoxification Chamber

This is my sanctuary, I rarely take my computer up here.  While this is an old picture, the room still looks virtually the same. Toys scattered everywhere, books piled up. This is where we unwind as a family every night. The kids play quietly and we watch something soothing - usually, Curious George or Shaun the Sheep. I sit in the chair and read or work puzzles. Then, we read a few books and then, Poof!  Out go the lights.

The Electric Chair

This is the Electric Chair - the place where I unwind and recharge. This chair has some history since it was in my Single Girl apartment.  While sitting in it over the years, I read many, many books and knitted many, many scarves.  I wiled away my Saturday mornings in it as I caught up with all my girlfriends via the phone (a land-line, no less. Gasp.)  I chatted on the phone while smoking a pack of cigarettes and working my way through a pot of coffee. On Sunday evenings, I drank wine in it while watching Sex and the City and dreamed Big dreams.

Now, I snuggle with my kids in it.  This where we go during thunderstorms.  I open the windows as far as possible and we watch the lightning.  And we talk.  About nothing.  About everything.

This chair is getting old and rickety.  It is literally falling apart at the joints.


I love this chair.