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Roberta's kitchen window in Block Island. Maybe I should post on the Book. |
This virtual life is odd. I am still in Block Island, dealing with grills and linens and trash and weather—and hoping that all systems are go for the next three months—and I am in increasing communication with my friends in the Ozarks, who I am missing and hope to see soon, but I am physically in New York, seeing people in person who I mostly talk to these days via Skype and text. Then there is my family: aging parents in Mexico (thank you Google Translate for the ability to e mail with caregivers) and Alabama; my delicious grandbabies whose fast growth I try to keep up with on Face Time. There is this blog, plus Facebook and Instagram, not to mention Words With Friends. Communicating on multiple platforms (often simultaneously) undreamed of a decade ago takes up much of my time, as does hooking up modems and berating telephone companies. I know I am hardly the first to write about this—but still. Where am I? Betwixt and between.
What boat did you get here on?
ReplyDeleteYou could also call it "Neither here nor there."
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