Hanging on...

I'm really so amazingly far behind on my blog reading that I don't know how I'll ever catch up. This no internet thing is wearing on me. My husband teases me for being addicted to the internet, which just isn't true at all. It's easy for him not to be frustrated by this delay, because he is on the internet all the time at work. He hasn't had to be without it at all, so he doesn't realize, I guess, how frustrating it is to suddenly have no access to my online community of friends and relatives. It's getting hard not to be a bit down about it, although I really am enjoying life in our new home. The kids love their rooms, and are having fun running around with the neighborhood children.

There aren't so many local kids anymore, really. When I was young in that house (we bought it from my parents) there were about 13 kids on that street, 12 and under. We spent countless evenings and summer days in our own imaginary little worlds. I was always the one who went to everyone's house and asked if they could play, then we would meet in my family's backyard and spend the next few hours on desert islands, other planets, medieval kingdoms, and war-torn countries. I wish so much that my children could have those same imagination-molding experiences, but the street has aged. Now there are only my children and one other little boy on the street, as well as two soon-to-be 7th graders, who were the last babies of their families.

It will be interesting to see what they do with their free-time, now that the dynamics of life in general are a bit different. For instance, we didn't have a computer until I was in high school, and we didn't get a TV until I was about 10 or 11. The backyard was a lot more magical when I didn't have games I could be playing inside, and books were much more alluring when there was no television to entertain me.

Now I've got my blogging, Puzzle Pirates, the news and weather, and all sorts of high-tech things to keep me busy. I suppose I need to take advantage of this forced sabbatical from all things webby, get back my imagination, and maybe help my children at the same time. I do miss all of you, though, and hope to back around soon. Please don't give up on me.