Avonlea and Lucy on the John Muir Trail
As we reach the end of our Tahoe vacation we’re celebrating Marilla’s seventh birthday. We just received a text from the girls’ Granny. She told us to go out to dinner as a gift from her, so the family’s mood is upbeat. The girls are discussing the kinds of cake they wish to order, which is obviously the priority when you’re about to turn seven. (And, I admit, my priority as well.)
It’s a lazy weekday afternoon and I’ve wasted the entire past hour trying to guess the password for the cabin’s internet connection. Yes, it turns out there is internet access here in the Munchkin, but we don’t know the password. There’s no record of it to be found anywhere in the cabin. When Craig called the owner about it, she told us she wasn’t adept with computers, and she had no idea what the password was! As we’ve had a good relationship with her for the past six years, he didn’t want to push the subject of the password.
I decided to create a “Guess the Password” game, trying out different Tahoe-themed phrases. (My personal favorite was “bear country”.) Surrounding homeowners’ wireless connections popped up on my Kindle screen, but they were all locked. I knew that chances were one in a million that I’d guess the password, but stubborn me – I wanted to give it a shot nonetheless. I’m sure the password is something I’d never imagine in a million years, so I’m done with my game!
As much as I miss my internet connection and cable television, I know in my heart that it continues to be in my best interest that I keep away from the net and other media during the aftermath of Robin Williams’ death.
Every few days we’ve stopped in front of a library to tap into a wireless connection so that my husband could do some work, but these pitstops have lasted for only a few minutes. In that amount of time I hurriedly posted to my blog and checked my email. I could have visited a coffee shop alone to catch up on emails, Facebook, blogs, etc. I’ve been tempted to do that more than once, but it hasn’t felt like the right thing to do. My intuition keeps telling impatient me to wait; we’ll be home soon enough.
I went for years not using Facebook, and I only began blogging regularly last December. My life won’t fall apart from missing ten days of my online creature comforts.
As I write this post, I’ve been glancing out the window to see if my bear “friend” has decided to swing by and give me another panic attack! I’m sure Lucy would be less-than-thrilled to spot a live bear; I prefer to see bears via a nature documentary.
Craig and the girls headed out to their special swimming spot they’ve named “Icy Rock” on the Truckee River while Lucy and I hang out in the quiet Munchkin. The inviting couch, which has a view of the stunning Alpine Valley mountainside pictured below, is the perfect place to stretch out and read a book.
Now that I’ve finished Jennifer Hentz Moyer’s sobering-yet-inspiring memoir “A Mother’s Climb Out of Darkness – A Story about Overcoming Postpartum Psychosis” (and postpartum bipolar disorder) I’m going to read something a little lighter in tone: “Man on the Run: Paul McCartney in the 1970’s” by Tom Doyle. That’s what I’m going to enjoy until the door swings open and two very exuberant, soaked little girls will come in to tell me about their encounters with crawdads and ducks on the shores of the Truckee.
Long before the internet entered my life, my first love was reading a book. It feels so good and luxurious to sink into my book and to stay there for a while without interruptions. I couldn’t ask for a better way to spend an afternoon…except, perhaps, for some chocolate gelato. It just happens that there’s a pint of Double Chocolate Talenti in the freezer, and it has my name written all over it! (The rest of the family has the sense to know that Mommy’s gelato is hers and hers alone.)
Have a good Friday & weekend, and I’ll catch you on Monday!