Back to normal, sorta

Think back with me to the days before answering machines, before pagers, before cell phones, before the internet. We were fine; if someone phoned and we were not there, they tried again later. We sent letters or post cards. Why is it, then, that when we forget our cell phone at home we either turn right around to retrieve it or feel panic and dread until we are again “reachable?” Before DSL I checked email a couple times a day—at most—and lived a perfectly happy life. When I’m on vacation, I don’t get the shakes if I am out of touch for a while. But yesterday, about mid-morning, my internet service went kaput. I restarted my pc, restarted the desktop downstairs, re-set the DSL modem…..and then called the provider. Yes, there was an outage, yes, they were working on it, no, they didn’t know when it would be back to normal.

I am ashamed to say, it drove me bananas. I couldn’t check email—what if it’s important??? Couldn’t read the blogs, let alone post to my own. Couldn’t download postage or labels, couldn’t Google. It really bugged me, and the fact that it bugged me, bugged me more! I was ever so relieved to be back to normal this morning, but I’m thinking I should impose some sort of voluntary web fast every so often, just to get used to the idea of “doing without.” Geesh.

Monday was a complete success—got shoes, got the gift, and even checked out a new car. Knitting and spinning have occurred off and on over the last several days, but nothing worth a photographic record.

And now on to New Word Wednesday. Anachronism may not be a new word to you, but it is interesting, none the less. It is a noun, which means 1: an error in chronology; a chronological misplacing of persons, events, objects or customs in regard to each other 2: a person or thing that is chronologically out of place; one from a former age that is incongruous in the present 3: the state or condition of being chronologically out of place. Anachronism stems from the Greek ana (late) and chronos (time).

Those of us who knit, and especially those of us who spin, can sometimes be seen as an anachronism. Doesn’t bother me in the least. As interest in these crafts increases, those of us that “got in” in the beginning become less of an oddity, and perhaps sometime soon we won’t have to explain that spinning doesn’t always happen in a gym. I still get a variety of responses when I say that I spin, everything to “cool,” to “why?” Those not familiar with the craft wonder aloud where one would even find a spinning wheel—an honest question. As one who enjoys all the perks of living in this time, I am ever so glad that I don’t have to spin and knit or weave to clothe myself and my family, but I am equally glad that I am able to participate in these handcrafts to the extent that I do.

And if that makes me an anachronism, well, so be it.



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3 responses to “Back to normal, sorta

  1. I always enjoy New Word Wednesday! Even if it’s not a word new to me, you always have something interesting to say.

    I know what you mean about being connected. Last year, pre-blogging, when I went on vacation, I checked my email at a library a few times. This year, I’m twitching at the thought of being out of touch, not reading blogs, not blogging, and am actually thinking of bringing my laptop along – ugh!

  2. I’ve had to school myself to not get up tight when I’m away from the computer, especailly on the weekends. It’s hard when you want to be connected and you can’t! Do you feel this is an addiction? Sometimes I’m sure it is.

  3. I don’t really mind being without a phone, but I am whimpering like a baby if I don’t have a working internet connection. That happens quite frequently here, guess that’s the downside of rural life. Our connection goes via radiowaves and is not very reliable. Recently we switched phones to Vonage, which goes via the internet, so if there is no internet there’s no phone. Not long ago we had no tv and no internet. For some reason I couldn’t get the cd player to work either. I had no clue what to do with myself.

    Funny how accustomed you get to certain things in life.

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