Daughter Dulcy has left for college, leaving me alone. I fear being left alone because I have to find my own amusements. When my children are around, I let them hijack my time. Alone, I must search for meaningful contact with others. I'm addicted to the newspaper: it appears on my doorstep. The computer is as easy as turning it on, and it connects me to all my nearest and dearest, and everybody and everything else. But it is too much for me. It is simply intimidating. And it is aggrevating in the number of ways it can get fouled up (although this new computer hasn't shown any sign of fouling up yet). Sitting at a desk and typing is not as satifying as talking; I really enjoy the telephone. No wonder I own pictures of me on the phone! But I really like to talk and walk and look at and touch people, and none of the above ways of communicationg with people allow for that kind of personal contact. Living with someone does. Working with people does. And going to school does.
This year I plan to find ways to get the personal contact I crave, by living with people, working with people, and going to school.
I start at Cleveland State in a couple of weeks.
I have a necklace of red wooden beads which is frequently mistaken for cranberries. The necklace is not an item of great value, but is beautiful and unique. I love the necklace. I hope to make my life like the cranberry necklace: beautiful and unique, not necessarily of great value, but well loved.