When I first joined the online community 4 years ago, one of the first things that appealed to me was that I was able to speak with people who lived in other countries. That was a definite broadening of my horizon that wouldn’t have occured without the computer and the technology that goes with it. Largely, it was a positive experience with a few trips to the dark side of human nature that might have happened in real life, if my horizon there had broadened in the same way. Not having the kind of lifestyle that would lend itself to that broadening in quite the same manner, the positive outweighed the negative and I was content.
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, my real life horizon started it’s own broadening. At first the changes were imperceptable. Little things that went unnoticed and unremarked by me. Little tasks that didn’t, in the beginning, interfere with the amount of time I had available to spend online. Minute by stealthy minute, these tasks and other events encroached on the hours that are now necessary to my online life. These days I have minutes to spend rather than the hour or two I used to have.
I can’t find the time to do much blogging on my own blog. It takes time to find the right graphic, or to research my facts before giving my opinion. If I only have a few minutes, I try to log in to Twitter and lately find my entry blocked by Sir Blubberbutt The Fail Whale. It happens enough times that I find I’ve used up the half hour or so and it’s time to shut down the computer. Even if I did get logged in, I’m not reading enough blogs to have something worthwhile to say. A similar problem exists for me at FriedEggs. I have no problem logging in, I just don’t have the time to read the post links so that I can say something that isn’t lame or downright ignorant.
I work with the elderly, and lately have taken on more clients. Don’t ask, I have no idea how that happened. Much like online websites which require membership, one just tends to lead to another. I find myself sharing with these clients memories of past events in my home area. Events and people who appeal to me tremendously but aren’t necessarily fodder for a blog or social media sites which are shared by so many outside of my area. This has led to a search for the final resting places of many of my own ancestors. I have no immediate interest in joining them, but I am in the process of taking on the tending of their graves.
All of this has led to some weight loss on my part. Weight I gained in the last 4 years while sitting here in front of my computer. It seems as if each pound is inspiring me to keep going, which means that I’m spending a lot of time in the after dinner hours tramping along the rows of graves at various local cemeteries. It’s a quiet, peaceful pursuit that is much healthier than trying to con Sir Blubberbutt into actually letting me into Twitter. Even if I could get into Twitter on the first try, who’d want to listen to me talk about what I’m doing these days? Compared to the excitement of the oil leak, or the political arena, I’m just plain boring these days. I’m liking it that way.