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dancerjodi) wrote2013-04-17 02:52 pm
dancerjodi) wrote2013-04-17 02:52 pm
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April
I cannot belive we are nearing the end of this month. Our trip to San Francisco is next week.
Before that is Boston Comicon at the Hines. The convention will go on this weekend despite the marathon bombing, with the added stipulation that no prop/replica weapons can be brought in.
I was with Mina on Marathon Monday, busy doing baby things. We went to Cobblestones for her "Little Explorer's" group where she played with the big kids, ate lots of dry rice and threw it around making a huge mess (it was fine motor coordination day). We went out to Burlington so I could hit up Joanne's for some trim for my Endor Ewok Leia braid and had a great lunch at The Chateau (she was a riot and totally amused our waitress who was working there on her first day). We headed home and played around the house, her fighting taking a nap despite being a tired, busy girl.
Around 3:30 or so I took her out with the stroller for a walk down to The Island https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Island-Waltham-MA/119848781366?ref=ts&fref=ts , and once I got her out of the house, into the stroller and started walking, Brian texted me about the explosions in the city. We walked in (mostly) silence, as she soon fell asleep. Once I got down to the Woerd Ave Boat launch, I took the Riverwalk path back behind the Watch Factory and meandered home. Cranky girl was cranky being woken up around 5:00 (I needed to make dinner and wanted her to sleep at a reasonable hour that night). She was so distraught that she wouldn't let go of me, and I sat and held her until Brian came home (with the take out sandwiches I asked him to bring for us).
Such a horrible, horrible tragedy. I know like NYC, Boston will rise up again above it. It has served to remind us of the wonder of the human spirit. Of the helpers. Of how precious our lives are. And how sometimes, being out of the loop (away from your computer or smart phone) really does help you get through the day much better. Particularly with this kind of tragedy. After dinner we tried Mina's Ewok costume on her (it fit!) and spent time with neighborhood friends. She went to bed late, we went to bed late. Tired. Numb. Wanting to look at the internet on my phone and wanting to throw it out the window.
I like having my LJ to look back at what I have done. I like living my life away from the computer (or phone). There's this push and pull of wanting to be connected in the way that most folks do it nowadays, and not wanting to sit staring at a screen. The wonders of technology will help solve this marathon bombing case and will allow people to connect with missing loved ones. It will also serve to make us all crazier and sadder and angrier than we would have been otherwise.
I guess I'm not sure where I'm going with this, as much as the situation has made me even more thoughtful about the tools at our disposal. And the fragility of our time and loved ones.
Before that is Boston Comicon at the Hines. The convention will go on this weekend despite the marathon bombing, with the added stipulation that no prop/replica weapons can be brought in.
I was with Mina on Marathon Monday, busy doing baby things. We went to Cobblestones for her "Little Explorer's" group where she played with the big kids, ate lots of dry rice and threw it around making a huge mess (it was fine motor coordination day). We went out to Burlington so I could hit up Joanne's for some trim for my Endor Ewok Leia braid and had a great lunch at The Chateau (she was a riot and totally amused our waitress who was working there on her first day). We headed home and played around the house, her fighting taking a nap despite being a tired, busy girl.
Around 3:30 or so I took her out with the stroller for a walk down to The Island https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Island-Waltham-MA/119848781366?ref=ts&fref=ts , and once I got her out of the house, into the stroller and started walking, Brian texted me about the explosions in the city. We walked in (mostly) silence, as she soon fell asleep. Once I got down to the Woerd Ave Boat launch, I took the Riverwalk path back behind the Watch Factory and meandered home. Cranky girl was cranky being woken up around 5:00 (I needed to make dinner and wanted her to sleep at a reasonable hour that night). She was so distraught that she wouldn't let go of me, and I sat and held her until Brian came home (with the take out sandwiches I asked him to bring for us).
Such a horrible, horrible tragedy. I know like NYC, Boston will rise up again above it. It has served to remind us of the wonder of the human spirit. Of the helpers. Of how precious our lives are. And how sometimes, being out of the loop (away from your computer or smart phone) really does help you get through the day much better. Particularly with this kind of tragedy. After dinner we tried Mina's Ewok costume on her (it fit!) and spent time with neighborhood friends. She went to bed late, we went to bed late. Tired. Numb. Wanting to look at the internet on my phone and wanting to throw it out the window.
I like having my LJ to look back at what I have done. I like living my life away from the computer (or phone). There's this push and pull of wanting to be connected in the way that most folks do it nowadays, and not wanting to sit staring at a screen. The wonders of technology will help solve this marathon bombing case and will allow people to connect with missing loved ones. It will also serve to make us all crazier and sadder and angrier than we would have been otherwise.
I guess I'm not sure where I'm going with this, as much as the situation has made me even more thoughtful about the tools at our disposal. And the fragility of our time and loved ones.
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You hit where I'm at today (and far too many days) spot on the nailhead with this. I want to bury my head in my own little fantasy world. And I feel guilty for that! For refusing to deal with reality. For putting my fingers in my ears and singing "Lah Lah Lah I can't heeeaarrrrr yooouuuuu!" whenever something bad happens. Which it does *constantly.* All I can do is feel bad, get depressed. Sometimes I can "share" online. Which gives us the illusion that we're DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT! Sharing actually HAS made things happen in many cases.
But I've got to unplug from the matrix or it will kill my spirit.
otoh, when I can't deal with what I have to in my own home -- clutter, too much paper, yard work, organizing, blah blah shoot me now please! -- the 'net provides a handy distraction. As long as I don't look at the bad stuff.
otoh, connections with people bring me inspiration. Which sometimes also depresses me, because they are SO much more talented than I could ever dream of being. They create. I just watch what they create, envy it, store away jpgs of it. To what end?
I have no answers today. Not holding my breath for having any anytime soon either.
But yeh, Jodi, you nailed it. Thank you. i feel a little bit more centered now.