The Computer is Dead

Evidently… I’d hooked into Linked In last night and apparently sent everyone who had ever sent me an email a request to Join Me.

Got an amusing email from a pal this morning.

“So and so isn’t super computer savvy want to give her a telephone call?”

I did. Late in the day. Left a message. She called back. We talked. On the telephone. It was wonderful!

Throughout our conversation she gleefully squealed out how absolutely inept she is on the computer and if someone really wants to talk to her they can pick up the phone and call.

I agreed.

Our culture is skewed towards text messaging and emails. Even invitations. No more hand written expressions of delight.

But the words on the screen don’t express the tone in your voice. They don’t give time for you to supply a reaction. Or an air for laughter. Or a breath for silence. Where’s the spirit in a typed out memo?

Like S.T. said.

“The computer is dead.”

Swinging Around

Been a while since I’ve declared a holiday and taken my boat out to hang out. Super cool to have visitors coming by. Even though I have to pick them up in the dinghy. All seem to be up for a meal on the transom with the barbecue.
Till dark. Then there is the mass exit. Although Catherine and Glenn stayed well past the Butchart Gardens fireworks last night and trundled home with their flashlights. The stroll up the trail from Tod Inlet isn’t long. But it is dark.
Loved Catherine’s text message “We are almost home. Boogie men didn’t get us…!”
Had to chuckle when my son and his buddy decided to bolt at dusk tonight. Eat and run before it got dark dark! No worries.
I’ve had a pleasant steady stream of happiness throughout the last two days. Great people. Fabulous food. Fresh air and sun.
Did a trail run through Gowland Tod this afternoon and down to Butchart Gardens. Very peaceful. The meadows are full of pink sweet peas. The aroma is almost summer. The winds have been chilly in the afternoon. Didn’t stop me from napping on the aft deck before dinner.
That’s what holidays are for!