It's much harder than I thought it would be to blog away from home.
It's much easier than I thought it would be to let time go by. To leave the lens cap on my camera. To spend the afternoon making plum jam. To walk over to the wild fig tree after dinner. To read several books a week. To not know the date. To pay bills with stamps. To crack open cookbooks for recipes. To call friends on the telephone. To not worry about screen time.
I made an extra effort this evening. I got dinner ready, stuffed my laptop in my backpack, rolled up my pant leg, jumped on my bike, and pedaled over to the wi-fi cafe. Not many college kids here tonight. Too bad - they smell better than the homeless man hanging around out front. I made a new header, checked a few emails, and reserved a few books from the library (I really can't read enough right now). My battery is just about out, as is my tolerance for the smell of over-roasted coffee and the sound of The Rolling Stones, and I know my kids are waiting for me to pedal home and read them a few chapters of My Side of the Mountain.
Me? I'm ready to let a few more weeks go by without even knowing it. It's like being on vacation.