A friend of mine posted a message a few days ago on my seldom-visited Facebook page about a recent blog post, and I just got around to taking a look at her message today. It was a nice note, and I really appreciate Jane’s concern and support.
My tardiness could mean one of several things; A) I err by expecting others to instantly read my posts yet can’t take the time to read the messages of others, B) I don’t spend much time roaming the Facebook landscape and C) Facebook doesn’t hold a lot of interest for me. I hope ‘A’ isn’t entirely true, but I think ‘B’ and ‘C’ hold smidgens of truth.
Make no mistake, I am a gnat bite on the globe-sized entity that is Facebook. Part of my reluctance relates to time; recently, a local mother made news when she banned her teen daughter from Facebook for a week. The young girl claimed withdrawal symptoms from her four to six hour a day Facebook habit.
It’s hard to spend one hour, let alone the young woman’s four to six hours, on anything every single day. Sure, I like to know what people are up to but there is an intimacy that is missing online. At least my obsessing with letters can be measured in minutes, not hours. Perhaps it’s my way of being different.
Bridger update: Two more inquiries have come in. The able-bodied Reid looks to be on board, too. FYI…airfares from Charlotte to Denver appear to be in the $430 range, and $528 round trip to Jackson Hole. Denver is a sturdy but esthetically pleasing 5-6 hour drive to Pinedale, WY while Jackson Hole is roughly two hours.
October 11, 2010
Ellen/Reid: Well, it seems I’m in danger of becoming one of “them.” By them, I mean a Southerner. Because in the last few weeks, I’ve cooked okra twice (it’s pretty good) and also fixed up a mess of fried green tomatoes (also better than you might think), finally got a North Carolina license plate for the Harley, watched some NASCAR (just a few minutes), and while tooling around on the bike stopped by fields for a first hand look at peanuts and cotton. On one stretch of road saw some tobacco over yonder but we didn’t stop. I don’t think anyone down in these parts will ever confuse me for a local but the assimilation is happening as we speak.
I’m starting to learn where towns are like Florence, Laurinburg, Chester and Reidsville. What I do know after this weekend’s bike ride is that there are no, or hardly any, straight roads in the entire region. It is as if state road planners dyed a pot of spaghetti and poured it out on a large piece of paper. Where ever the spaghetti hit the paper was the road scheme. We rode to Danville, VA on Saturday, and according to Mapquest, the trip was roughly 150 miles. That’s a shade over two hours at Interstate speed. But the trip took nearly five hours because, without exaggeration, we took no fewer than 15 different roads to get there. There weren’t enough bread crumbs to help us follow the path. I couldn’t replicate it now by memory if I had to. It was just bizarre. Felicia and I laid the road maps for North Carolina and Iowa side by side. It was hilarious. Iowa was almost totally a grid of north-south, east-west straight lines, while North Carolina was a literal jumble of roads.
I’m going to make my plans for Thanksgiving this week. Ellen, I will likely get up there on Tuesday because I’m late enough in making plans that all the Wednesday seats are filled. Part of me would like to drive to get the stink blown off but let me see what the airfares are. I’m excited to see your refurbished digs and the new furnishings. Reid and I can handle all the cooking and whatnot. That will be our role as guests. Glad to hear you have a touch because mine is where a fair amount of my sleeping is done.
Your uncle did all the work to rid much of your grandparent’s house of stuff this past weekend. He wasn’t too pleased that I wasn’t there to help him out but as a practical reality it just wasn’t a reality for me to be there. All of your stuff is in the basement of a friend of mine, Pete Z__________, who was nice enough to hold it until you, or your mom, can get to Omaha to retrieve it. I e-mailed your mother to see if she could help but she won’t be back in the Midwest until past the middle of December, so we’ll lean on Pete to hold your stuff a little bit longer than we might otherwise want. Ellen, this includes the china, and Reid, this includes whatever it was you picked after the funeral plus some kitchen stuff Ralph and Gayle thought you might need to stock your new little kitchen.
My cousin Tom was the first to step up and say “yes” to a trip to the Bridger Wilderness at the end of July in 2011. He’s always been an outdoor guy and the drive isn’t too onerous from his home in Eugene, OR. It’s closer than Charlotte, that’s for sure. I’ve got room for 8 to 12 folks so if either of you want to go backpacking…Ellen, you could even bring Henry along for the hike. He’d love it.
Well, I’m gonna sign off for now as there’s a conference call on tap in about an hour that I have to prep for. As soon as the T-Day plans are known, you two will be the first to know other than me.