Well, that was painful.
After much psychological trauma, I’m happy to announce that my blog has moved to a new webhost and should be faster and more stable.
I have more complex feelings about the fact that my blogging addiction seems to be thoroughly broken. After years of being glued to the computer screen, I now find it hard to sit down and focus on the glowing screen in front of me. I’d rather be talking to my kids, reading aloud to them, reading to myself, lifting weights (my new addiction!), riding bikes with them, spending time with my hunney, or doing a hundred other things.
I also have a sneaking suspicion that I now waste as much time on my smartphone as I ever did in front of the computer. I’m sure there’s an app to tell me just how much time I spend using my phone, but I prefer not to know. It’s bad. Oh, it’s soooo bad.
And it’s a hard habit to break because the dratted thing is so very useful. I do my banking on the phone, pay bills and even use it to deposit checks. It holds all my shopping lists. It is my cookbook. I use it to log the exercises I do. I use it to snag deals on Craigslist and map my way to the seller, then I use it to resell my Craigslist deals. I use alarms on my phone as reminders to water the trees, plan dinner, go to bed at a reasonable hour. I use the calendar to remind me about dentist appointments, dinner engagements, church fellowships at home and abroad. My Bible is on my phone.
My phone is my brain, and my connection to the world around me. It’s eating me. It ate my blog. I love my phone, and I hate it.
Oops. That was depressing, wasn’t it? What I meant to say was,
I’m back! I’m ready to blog, but I forgot how. What do you want to know? Ask me anything!
I don’t promise to answer anything and everything, but it’s a start.