I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave the Internet.
More importantly, I decided that I would be better off not doing it. Not this week, anyway.
I am terribly isolated, in many ways, and Live Journal and Blogger, not to mention other weblogs, provide links to the world of adults.
The isolation is a result of a combination of factors, some cultural (nobody around here knows their neighbors very well, me included), some health-related (I suffer from fibromyalgia which this summer has at times made it painful to even move), but mostly this week logistical: my husband was called away to Cleveland unexpectedly on business, and the live-in babysitter (a.ka., the angsty teenager; a.k.a., the not-so-little Drummer Boy) is at Band Camp. (No, I haven’t seen American Pie, but I’ve heard about it.) It’s just me and two pre-teen boys. I am not, for example, able to go do my weekly volunteer stint at a local arts agency, nor am I able to join my friend Carol for coffee. I love my sons, but I need to converse with adults sometimes — even if it is electronically.
The pre-teen boys decided as well that twenty dollars was not enough of an incentive for them to give up all electronics for a week. We all agreed we would talk about this again after school starts, when there are more stringent restrictions on television and video game usage anyway.
I feel rather sheepish. I do not feel particularly ashamed, however.
It was interesting to me too, how much I need the Internet for mundane things: I originally broke my “no Internet” pledge because I had to go online to get information about the high school band. I also had to go online to check my calendar, and to find benefit information for my health insurance policy. Once online, the siren call of the weblogs was simply irresistible:
Erm. Yeah. And then once I read, it was… I need to write about this…
Well, it’s true. I don’t know how to quit you.