Computer Blackout

For the past year, I've wasted far too much time zoning out in front of this damned computer. Between e-mails, internet movies and TV downloads, Facebook, e-lists, and just plain mindless wandering from URL to URL, I figure I've lost a good six months of my life. Gone... kaput (or is that kapoot?)...whatever... six months never to be seen again. I'm too old for this. At my age, six months is a long, long, time - time that could have been much better applied to doing something creative or useful. So, as of tonight, I'm declaring a week-long computer blackout. I'll pretend my computer suffered a melt down and is in the shop. Of course, since I'm a MAC Person, that scenario is totally ridiculous since we all know MACs are the apex of perfection and never have problems, but I'll try my best to make believe that's the case.

I intend to spend this week in more lofty quests - in other words, things to which I should have been applying myself in the first place. Things like working in the garden, working in my studio, perhaps even plopping my butt down on a piano and/or organ bench and actually (gasp) playing some Bach. Why, I may even pull my flute off the shelf, dust it off, and toot a few notes (my asthma doctor has oft suggested fluting as an excellent way of restoring my sadly desiccated lung function.) There are, of course, many other activities to consider... meditation, petting cats, star gazing, reading, watching sunsets, sitting on my front patio breathing deeply of my roses, stocks and honeysuckle (what my neighbor, Sandy, likes to call my "floral soup".) Then there's taking a drive to the Benicia shoreline to sit in solitude in my car, sketchbook in hand, or going to Michael's to restock my artsy-fartsy supply stash, or going to visit my Sistah, donnio, for a massage, or visiting Dorrin, my chiropractor for an extra adjustment or two, or, how about a trip to Mid City Nursery for a blowout plant acquisition... all possibilities that, frankly, sound quite exciting.

Well... you say... no great loss... she just did a blog blackout for an entire month... so why the "announcement"... like it's some kind of big deal??? Well, to me, it IS some kind of big deal. I'm one of the most undisciplined people I know, and, believe me, this week is going to take some discipline. I know I'll be able to do it because I've told my husband I'm going to do it. He already thinks I spend too much time on the computer, and is constantly reminding me of that fact, so you can bet he's going to be really serious about "monitoring" me. If he even hears me so much as open the computer room door, I'm going to hear about it.

I've prepared myself well for this "exercise". This afternoon, I visited a bunch of my favorite blogs, to get "caught up", got a serious Naveen Andrews hit of photos and YouTube clips, checked the weather, tides and astros sites, plowed through a bunch of Dr. Weil's recipes and listened to a lot of my iTunes jazz tunes. All in preparation for leaving the lid down on my trusty iBook... not just for an hour, not just for a day, but for a whole friggin' week.

See you next Monday.

Memorials and Memories

I've been having a contemplative week... a little depressing, a little uplifting... awash in memories of what was and what might have been, along with thoughts of what's yet to come. Last Saturday, I attended a memorial service for Barbara, a friend of over forty years. It was an intense day, full of bittersweet memories, and reunions with people who were once very important players in my life, from whom I've drifted apart, and whom I realized I've missed. I know it's in the nature of friendships to ebb and flow - wish it didn't have to be that way, but it just is. Barbara and I "grew apart" as friends about ten years ago for reasons that now seem petty and neither make sense nor matter today. There's nothing I can do about it now, and that's the bitch of it all... death is so fucking final.

Friendship is a strange phenomenon... so much fuss is made about how important it is (or should be) in our lives, but, so often, we treat it so casually as to be embarrassing. How does that happen? We move away from each other, we develop different interests, one or both get married, have kids, get new jobs, come into money, go broke, have some stupid disagreement - lots of stuff comes up to make life different for one or the other, and the drifting starts. In the end, I guess there's nothing seriously wrong with the drifting... it does seem kind of natural in the long run. But then, when you run into old friends, you often experience a longing that things could be the way they used to be, with the happy, fun, funny, crazy, exciting and meaningful stuff we remember doing together. This is especially poignant when you run into those old friends while celebrating the life of another, mutual friend.

Barbara and I met when we worked in one of the labs at UCSF. Our friendship was immediate and energetic. We were both a little nuts, and bounced off each other well. We were rabid opera fans, and her sisters chose to play opera CDs before and after the memorial service. POW! Hearing all of that glorious music hit me squarely between the eyes and brought back floods of memories of fantastic performances we'd seen together at SFO, and Sunday afternoons hanging out, getting sloshed and petting cats, while listening to one or the other's newest opera recording. We both loved to sew and spent hours at fabric stores pouring over pattern books and bolts of fabric. She sewed much better than I - her garments were always so professional looking and patiently crafted, while mine were usually thrown together without much regard for following the proper steps of the pattern. She always complimented my creations, though, I'm sure I saw more than one sideways look and raised eyebrow in the process. We both loved cats and were both a little sappy over our furry babies. Barbara loved to travel and could afford it. I didn't care to travel, and couldn't afford it anyway, but I spent lots of fun hours listening to tales of her travels and hearing about foreign Opera Companies and museums she'd seen. We liked to pile in the car and drive off to points undetermined - usually to a beach somewhere where we sat in the car drinking, talking and watching sunsets and listening to KJAZ. Our love of artichokes and garlic was vast, and we often went to the Watsonville Artichoke Festival and the Gilroy Garlic Festival and stuffed ourselves witless, then came home with sacks of the prickly globes or stinking rose to dream up new concoctions with which to further stuff ourselves. Tons more memories of eating out, horsing around, getting blasted, smoking pot and eating an entire cheesecake in one sitting, talking, arguing, swapping boyfriends then picking them apart... silly, stupid, dumbshit fun.

So what happened? I know, but it doesn't matter now... it just happened, and the friendship began to unravel, and finally ceased to exist. I'm sorry now, but, like I said, now's too late. Hopefully, I won't let it happen again.