I have been busy elsewhere. Now it is time to write again, here on the blog.
No, not about the weather. Iowa lays quietly tonight gathering more inches of snow. We have not seen the ground since early December. Yet I have faith that soil, like Truth, will be revealed when the time comes. More than four feet of the stuff has fallen on us this winter. But other places suffered so much more that I’ll not comment on ours.
No, not about politics, either. My most liberal friends surprise me with their vehement repudiations of President Obama. “One-Termer,” they call him. Wow. If only there were someone else worthy of the job and willing to pursue it. Unfortunately, neither one of the major political parties houses a plausible candidate.
I could write about Memory, that elusive property that makes us whom we are. Imagine going one day to look for memory but not finding it. On second thought, forget that. Too awful.
Here’s something. Andrea spent the past couple of weeks visiting friends near Phoenix. By all accounts they had a great time. She kept in contact with me through phone calls, e-mail, and texting. For all of those channels she used the same instrument: her cell phone.
Like the PC and the fax machine before it, the smart cell phone proves to be a disruptive technology. Until you have one, you don’t see what is such a big deal. After you get one, you see things differently. Here to stay in our house, it is.
So now Andrea belongs to the Blackberry generation. But not me, yet. I kind-of like being off-line for part of the day. We shall see how long I manage to hold onto my old, “dumb” flip phone.
OK, that will do for now.