Imaginarium

I really wish I had more time for blogging. Well, let me be honest with you: I have plenty of time. It's just spent doing stupid things like farming or cooking or clearing land. Lest you think I'm living in a Laura Ingalls Wilder book, I'm just spending entirely too much time on Facebook. Yes, those damn games again.

More so, I'm finding it a little disturbing that the vast majority of my human interaction either comes from children under the age of 6, a septagenarian boss, or through a computer. When I tell my husband a story from my day, I act as if I've actually had a conversation with someone. Nope. Just inferring from their status.

The problem is that I hate the phone, so I'm not going to call so-and-so and see how their day is going. I'm going to comment or poke them. I don't drop in on people, but I may visit their cafe.

Zoey has recently started talking about her friends Suey, Chloe, and Anna. Suey has pink hair. They all live with us, but we've never seen them. I'm guessing because Quinn is at school all day and Zoey is not in preschool anymore, she's inventing friends to play with. Am I really any different? Just because my friends exist? Sure, I can point to their facebook profile, but could I necessarily tell you where they live? No, probably just what network they're in. Could I tell you their phone number? Probably only if it's in their profile.

So, I'm turning over a new leaf. Right now, since I live a half hour away from most of my friends and have to pick my kids up from two different places each night, it just doesn't make sense to hang out with people. It's enough that I remember to shower. HOWEVAH, when we move back to my hometown (good lord willing), I PROMISE that I will socialize. If you people will have me back?

Oh, and I'll write a bit more here and there. As long as it doesn't interfere with my pumpkin harvest.