The Good Old Days

I have gotten so used to the internet....like most people I suppose. It's just there like electricity and water and laundry and dishes and about 30 or 40 other things I have come to take for granted.

Until.....I arrive at my Mom's house where there is no internet. Yes we have electricity and water and T.V. and food and many of the "necessities" but no internet. My Mom sees no reason to have a computer and therefore no reason for any of the trappings that would go along with having a computer. she managed just fine this far without one so why change now.


And while I understand that.... there is a certain sense of uneasiness that I feel when I am at her house. A sense of being cut off from the world without access to the internet. "relax my husband says...it is like the good old days"

I can't completely disagree and as I sit on the back porch and drink in the breeze rustling through the trees I think I can just wait until Tuesday to get reconnected. That lasts until about 3:30 when I jump into my Mom's jeep and head for the public library for a fix. I start to relax as I connect with my complete world and finally feeling a little more like myself I am ready to go back to my book....the porch ...the view of the water and the "good old days" at least until tomorrow...