I know I am getting old. Not being raised in the New Age, I am just part of the wave of people of my generation that would bring it in. I remember when I stopped eating meat because I couldn’t handle eating something that was alive…and how I kind of felt like I was an outcast when trying to find a place to eat out. I remember discovering miso, herbs, fresh ginger, spirulina, earth shoes and Birkenstocks.
No one really ate out much. Mostly everyone cooked their meals at home. I bought my tofu and brown rice and organic veggies (that usually looked kind of wilted) at a funky health food store, not the posh Whole Foods-like stores of today.
I’m not dwelling on the past! I just want to share this clip of something that I found kind of funny…enjoy!
It’s almost Fall – again. I find myself going through the pantry, going through my closets, taking stock of things.
I am also making decisions on what I am willing to put up with for the sake of “keeping up” with the seemingly never-ending, new (and expensive) ways to be in touch and connected.
Yes, menopause is the reason, and yes, it is the only thing I can think about right in this moment that I like about it. Having weird hormones in funny places makes it easy to weed things out that don’t make sense in my life.
If Facebook, and texting, and tweeting, and Linkedin, and Google+, and Pinterest, and of course, emailing and phones weren’t enough wonderful ways to “keep in touch” these days, I personally don’t think any more will help.
It’s kind of interesting, the range and extremes of what people are doing these days with all these ways of connecting.
For instance, I meet people who can’t imagine living without their computer. Really. And from the sound of their voice, I believe them. I had several conversations with friends who ask me, how can I not text? To which I answer, how can you possibly? I don’t have kids, so that seems to be the major deciding factor. I asked one Mom recently why she texted? And she told me that it’s the only way to communicate with them. Hmm.
On the other hand, I hear friends say things like, “I can’t do Facebook any more – it just sucks too much of my time”. Or, “I can’t do Linkedin, it’s too much.” I even have a few friends who have taken a big step and just deleted all their “InBox” and “Sent” messages in their main email account (the other ones they don’t even check!)! Wow. I often imagine doing that, but I just can’t. I asked how it felt when they did that, and they said it felt really, really good. Hmm. Some of my younger friends don’t even have a cell phone. They tell me they can’t afford one. Double hmm.
There seems to be all levels and extremes in this new world regime where technology rules all of us in some way or another.
I am not into “keeping up” with it all any more. I returned my “awesome” iPhone a few weeks ago and feel less irritated in general because I can actually HEAR what others are saying on my simple LG phone. It’s not a smart phone, and believe me, it doesn’t have to be! I feel like I was smart in giving it back though. I already have to go through almost 200 emails every day so why would I want to have them downloaded on my phone?
When I asked my Mac friend if he really, really, likes his iPhone, as a PHONE, and he said, “Well, no, it’s so much more than a phone.” I repeated the question, and he said, “Well, no, there are lots of better phones out there.” Geez!
I am not against technology. I use it. I need a computer for work. I enjoy flittering in and out of FaceBook. I like YouTube. I just don’t want to add anything more!
I wonder how many of us are getting tired of all this technology that seems to be more troublesome and time-consuming than it’s worth?
I create space and balance by being in the garden, and taking walks with my dog. Or baking. Or writing letters. So as long as I can keep the balance, all is well.
Here’s a clip below that I saw recently from Susun Weed, on how to make an easy vinegar to help us with Fall allergies, using Goldenrod. I didn’t know that Goldenrod was such a powerful herb. I just thought it was beautiful to look at. My Goldenrod is just starting to open, and I will make some.
I wanted to share my secret to eternal youth this week, but I couldn’t think of one. Then I thought I could let you in on how at the age of 53, I’ve invested wisely and am now retired, except that this is not the case.
So instead I’m going to share something that I think is pretty interesting. I was looking at the data collected from GoogleAnalytics, a free service from Google that shows which key words people are punching into their search boxes, and how many of them there are. What I discovered is that the majority of people using the web are trying to find their perfect mate! Uh oh, wait! I think that also includes porn sites. Geez. I shouldn’t be surprised, since just about all of my single friends use online dating these days. I even have friends who tell me, “I’ve got to find time to get on Match.com!”.
If only they realized that their type of “Mr. Right” is not anywhere but between the pages of a book. Because having been in a relationship for over 25 years with the same partner, I can attest that it ain’t like what these single friends are yearning for. It is not necessarily bad, it just isn’t romance every day!
If I were looking, I definitely wouldn’t look for a potential relationship online! They pick the picture themselves and they write things that make them appear like they are auctioning themselves off on the block!
If I were looking for love, I would join a tango class, or a bowling league, or maybe just go the library and get some Harlequin romance novels and drift away in a comfortable chair. Or just order online at my favorite book site: Better World Books. A much better company than Amazon to support, by the way.
Here’s a quote from a summer read that I recently picked up (no pun intended). Let me know if you agree with me that reading about romance might be better than an actual relationship. It’s cheaper. There is no compromise. When your heart gets broken, vicariously of course, it will be better by the end of the book.
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room – his room.
Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind
and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear,
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles – gently probing and
moving upward along my calves – slowly, but steadily.
My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care.
His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder and partly closed my eyes.
My pulse was pounding.
I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands,
I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted – he brought
his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man – I felt oddly trusting and expectant.