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I used to live a lot more of my life online, in the blog world mostly, than I do now. Not surprising, since so very many people have stopped blogging for one reason or another. I find that weeks fly by and I don't even think about it once, and when I do check my list of people to read I find it takes just a few minutes to scan through the time that has passed...maybe someone has posted something that takes longer than a minute to read, but it's rare. And getting rarer, sadly.*

It's not exactly that I'm not ONLINE anymore, because I'm online all the time. At least it feels that way. I spend plenty of time answering emails, and texts and messages and scrolling through Instagram (which definitely takes longer than just a few minutes). I stop by Facebook, though I don't post there all that much either. I read the news...or at least skim the headlines, since actually reading the news often makes me so sad and upset and aggravated that it's more an exercise in despair and restraint than is healthy.

I watch shows online, and movies...flipping around between Netflix and AppleTV and HBO Nordic and SVTPlay and SF Anytime, and YouTube...but it's not actually the bulk of my time. My online time seems to be mostly frittering. It's the Twitter syndrome of small soundbites instead of substantial content. It leaves me feeling sort of flat. It doesn't fill me up.

I suppose, that if I want to make a satisfying meal of the content I consume online, then I have to help contribute to the feast. Being online is like a potluck, in that sense. If everyone brings finger food and appetizers, you get full, maybe, but you're sort of left feeling as if you didn't really get a good meal out of it. There's no UMAMI about people online anymore. And there's no real sense of closure either. People have just sort of faded away. It's a bummer that you don't get to hear about the latest chapters of lives that you were once rather immersed in, to one degree or another, and for good or, sometimes, ill. There's no happy ending. Or sad ending, or ANY ending, really. You know they're out there, somewhere, but you no longer know what they are doing, or feeling, or thinking, or laughing about.

Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we were TOO invested in other people's lives, and neglecting our own. But it doesn't feel like that. It feels more like a sort of accidental abandonment by friends, of friends. It's not that I don't care enough to write as much as I used to, certainly.

Blah blah blah.


When you sit down to write something, it helps to have something in mind to write about. I haven't felt like that in a long time. That I've had anything particular to write about. But it's not like the things that I have written about before were anything earth-shattering. I just did it. I just wrote about them. What I was doing, or feeling, or thinking, or laughing about. It makes me feel good to write something, anyway. It makes me feel better when, at the end of the year, I have a record of my life and thoughts that I can print for posterity (or for my kids, whichever comes first). It probably doesn't help that so much of my brain space these days is eaten up with the crazy at work. Still, there are plenty of other things to write about, and think about, and laugh about. Right?

Today was a particularly crazy, stressful day at work, with several meetings, too much to do (as usual) and trying to get plane tickets booked for a trip to Italy for work next week with my boss. I was very pleased that she asked me to accompany her. It's to hold a branding training for the S. Europe regional marketing staff. I have been to the Axis office in Milan once before, years ago, but they have since expanded and moved, so it will all be new to me. And it's the first work trip I've had in ages...years, actually, so that's nice, too.

The massage appointment I also had scheduled today was canceled last minute due to illness, which I was particularly bummed about, since it's been 3 weeks and I was desperately in need of one to help stave off shoulder issues...but then Karin agreed to give me a half-hour this evening (for pay, but still) and she ALSO cooked dinner from scratch, unasked. It was delicious: red pesto pasta with zucchini and smoked salmon. You should be envious. And the tomatoes in the garden are STILL ripening. I brought in another handful tonight. It's been about a handful a day since late July. Yum yum. AND we're going to try to dry the giant sunflower serendipitously sprouted in the front yard over the summer. It's HUGE—seriously. The size of a very fat dinner plate. The head has bowed and the petals are starting to fall. As soon as it starts to turn yellow/brown, we'll chop it off and bring it in to dry (assuming the birds don't beat us to it). I expect there are close to a thousands sunflower seeds in that thing.

What else haven't I written about? Karin's struggles with the driving test. Karin's job at my company getting extended. Martin's year and then some at college. What we're doing for Christmas. Anders' kayak (it's finished! It's beautiful! It floats!). So many things that get missed when I don't sit down and just write. Just do it.

mood: recumbent
music: Maia Sharp—A Home


Well, you know my feelings. I miss your frequent posts, but then I've begun to feel distantly related, so I wonder about Karin and Martin and Anders and work and AWC from time to time; that was the magic of this, the superficial but real connections. Lately I've been in a little write-and-delete mode, because things seem slow, and I really would like to focus on happy stuff for a while. Too much chaos and bad news. Got to figure out a way. But definitely keep writing. You know I'll always be reading.

And pictures of those tomatoes are always welcome. You've inspired me.


You're my inspiration, honest to god. I think I need a kick in the pants every once in a while, to remind me what I loved so much about the community out here. I don't want to say I'll be better, because honestly, who knows if I will, but I will definitely keep TRYING to be. At possibly infrequent intervals. But still. And I know what you mean; I feel distantly related too! :D

There's always something good to write about, that's for's just hard to pull your focus away from the crazy and the depressing and the boring and rewire your thinking into writing about something that gives your life meaning.

I can't send pics of the tomatoes, though. I keep eating them. :D

i've been a regular reader of your blog for years. i'm guilty of being a lurker. i,too, lament the decline in long form blogging. social media just isn't as satisfying. i treasure the blogs that i've been reading for years - dooce, soule mama, posie gets cosy- and i really miss the ones that have fallen by the wayside, particularly yarnstorm. it's like losing a really good friend. anyway, just know that i am out here, checking your blog every day, and i really enjoy keeping up with you and your family.

roxanne reynolds
houston tx

From Megsie

I am guilty of the "fading away" blog...I always have great intentions whenever summer begins, but then I do other things. I AM always reading, and looking for things to read. I love reading blogs. I love the virtual friends that I have felt that I have made and I miss reading the ones who have stopped writing (still!). I am so grateful that you are still here bringing all the food to the potluck while I feast and leech from you. I love your writing and am so thankful that you haven't stopped. xoxoxoxoo

I found myself fading away a bit for a year or so, but that was mostly because of problems caused by my former LJ friend, who got more and more "stalky" and it was creeping me out, but now that she is a distant memory, I feel I can write again. And you know me - old lady doing nothing - but I still write about the nothing.

And remember the lovely slumber party? I am still in touch with some of the lovely ladies that I had not even known before that week-end.

(Anonymous) know I am always here, although often a day or 2 or more late to the reading. But I am always waiting and looking forward to reading what you write. You are always interesting or informing me about what's happening in your world.
And just to add to the suspense...(that means waiting for something) you'll NEVER guess what I already have for your Christmas gift!
I love you..Lizardmom




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