Tied to the Computer

photo courtesy of freefoto.comThe other day in yoga my instructor commented that she'd finally had a chance to check her e-mail. "It's been almost 3 weeks!" she said with a "what-can-you-do" smile. "I just haven't had a chance to get to the computer."

The very idea of not sitting down in front of my computer for anything over a 12-hour time period sends cold chills down my spine. Yet I'm envious of those who don't feel the need to spend their lives tethered to a small, transportable box. I would like to lessen the pull my laptop has on my life. My need to be constantly checking, updating, sending is a creature of my own making, yet one I have no idea how to banish. 

I'm a bit concerned over how ties to the Internet affect our brains. I've read articles that say for all our multi-tasking skills, our society actually has far fewer focusing skills than generations past. If it can't be dealt with in under a minute, we have a hard time wrapping our brains around it. 

I grew alarmed last night when in the middle of watching a movie I had the sudden urge to go check my e-mail. No real reason. It was 9 o'clock at night, I wasn't expecting an e-mail on any certain topic, but I literally had to make myself stay in my seat and not go into my office "just to see" what might have arrived. 

Houston, we have a problem. 

Personally, I think I check e-mail so often from a fear of "getting behind." I'd rather see what pops up that I can deal with now versus having my workday potentially crowded with a number of small details I could have attended to last night or over the weekend. But this is backwards logic. If I set aside certain hours in a week where I deal with, for example, e-mails and "to-do's" for the Animal Protection Society, I'd be more centered and, I'm convinced, more productive, than dealing with each and every little e-mail as it comes in.

Same thing with all the alerts and blog posts and newsletters I receive. I read these out of a sense of duty more than interest. But how often do I use the material? Not too often. Yet I fear if I delete them the next e-zine will contain that one big idea I've been looking for. 

As a nation, I think we're looking to simplify and I feel the same pull in my life. I don't expect to ever go 3 weeks without a computer, but I'd like to flip the switch at the end of the day and be done with it. 

Blair and I have done very well with our TV cutting goal. Perhaps a little less computer time is next?

Groundhog Gallop 2009

This was just an incredibly busy weekend. It's 9:20 on Sunday night and I'm just now home and trying to process it all.

Saturday morning was spent at the 2009 Groundhog Gallop Trail 1/2 Marathon. I'd never run a trail half marathon and wasn't sure what to expect. I also hadn't gotten around to running 13 miles, period, since my November marathon, and hoped my legs would hold out. I was thinking I'd run a 2 hour 15 minute half, maybe 2:10 if I felt good. I ended up crossing the finish line at 1:59:03, first in my age group for women, so I was quite pleased. My friend Neal and I ran the last 6 miles together and were by ourselves for a good stretch. We ended up chatting like we would on a normal training run which made the miles melt away. I should have some pictures to post from the site in a day or two.

Today was an Animal Protection Society of Rockingham County (APSRC) meeting. I transported a four-month old black and white kitten to the meeting to be fostered by one of our volunteers. The woman who gave her up was moving and couldn't take him. ADORABLE little girl kitty. Silky fur, soft mews, and wide eyes that gazed out at me from her carrier as I drove. Oh, how I wanted to take her home! I am not meant to transport animals. Even knowing I was taking her to a foster home broke my heart. I just wanted to take her home and hold and cuddle and love and spoil her--for life.

We had a lively meeting and covered a lot of ground which, as secretary, I have about 5 pages of notes to transcribe and send out. After the meeting I drove into GSO for our quarterly writers group meeting where we all report on our projects, writing status, blocks, highs/lows, etc. It's wonderful to be surrounded by the energy of a group of people who share the same passion as you.

I stopped at the store on the way home to pick up salmon for Salmon Pastry Puffs but the fish counter was closed at 8 PM. Who knew?

I've checked e-mail, combed Lucy, Facebooked (yes, I just made that a verb), Twittered, and now I'm going to go plunk my tired self into bed. Tomorrow it all starts anew.

Cheers.

I Spent My Days On The Beach With A Leggy Blonde

Did I mention I'm spending the weekend at the beach with the world's most beautiful Greyhound? Her name is Bella and she is, as her owner refers to her, "A leggy, vacant blonde."

BellaBella is four years old and was a rescue. She use to be a race dog in Florida. "I love to run!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greyhounds chill easily so Bella spent her days wrapped snug in her blanket. Which, for the record, was the cutest thing ever.

Bella wrapped up in her blankie

We took a million pictures of her on the beach. The light just bounced off her.

Beautiful Dog