Fleetingly Carol

It's two o'clock in the morning and Old Man is fussing at me for being up and on the computer. I'd like to know what he's doing up to be fussing. Shouldn't he be in bed? But, he just worries about me. He can't sleep if he thinks I'm having a bad night. So, right now, he's sitting across the room, fingers drumming the arm of the chair because he knows that helps me keep up with the time better. He's just sweet that way. So, I have to tell you just this one thing, dear Reader. I'm on a very famous and ubiquitous social network, along with Old Man, our children, their spouses and their children, my siblings, my aunts, uncles and cousins and everyone I've known since I was five years old. You know the one. Well, whenever one of my family posts a comment on their page, I receive a text message on my cell phone. My cell phone also doubles as my alarm clock, so it stays by my bedside at night. Two hours ago, a text came in when Dear Daughter pos

I was late for work today because I was reading a book. Now, you know I have written about my kind and considerate boss, who will not get too terribly upset if one of us is a teeny tiny bit late every so often. Well, because of this really engrossing book, I was a whole 2 hours late! No, no, I wasn't reading it this morning. My goodness, I can barely open my eyes before noon, much less read a thought provoking book. No, I read this book until 3 this morning, until my eyes were so bleary, I could not read another word. Because it was the wee hours of the morning and I was very tired, I forgot to set my alarm. And because I went to sleep so late, I slept unitl 8:30, way past time for me to be at work. I was really embarrassed. I have to say, though, that I can't wait to get back to The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People tonight.

Don't you just love technology? I mean, I can write this blog for anyone and everyone to read! It wasn't that long ago that to have someone read your words, you had to go through a publisher, which, by the way, is still the smartest way to do it. But blogs, social networks, tweets, and texting has made us all so much more connected with one another. But, I have to say, the new preferred way of communicating, texting, seems to be beyond my ability to master. Oh, don't get me wrong, I can do it, but I can't do it with finesse. Take the other day, for instance . . . I decided it would be nice to have breakfast at The Broke Yolk Grill, but Old Man was working and I didn't want to go by myself, so I texted a young friend who I thought might be awake early on a Saturday morning. But, I wasn't sure. That is the beauty of text messages. I could text a message to her. If she were awake, she would respond, if not, it wouldn't wake her. My texts, by necessity, mu