Communication -- what we lose and what we gain

So I admit that I facebook. Perhaps too often. And I check my e-mail  -- again, perhaps too often. I also admit that I am more likely to post on facebook or here than I am to send an e-mail or even more uncommon, to write a letter on stationary, or call someone. I do try to get to thank you notes in a timely fashion, but even there I am sometimes slow. But, otherwise, just writing letters? hardly even put pen to paper. In fact, if I didn't have a young pen pal, I might never put pen to paper.

So, now the question is: do I feel more or less connected to the world. Here I am able to share all these thoughts -- sometimes the worse for limited filtering involved. And, yet, it is a monologue. One where I rarely if ever interact with my audience. And so instead of making me feel connected, it merely fills time. So, then I find myself wondering why I spend my time and energy this way.

Just a Saturday night question.

On finding fitness - or at least my version of it

For those of you who only see me electronically, let me tell you that I was not looking as heavy as I was feeling, so you didn't miss the visual cues. But, I must admit that the several months of transition to Wichita Falls from Volkel did add weight to me. So, for mother's day Eric bought me a new fitness thing for the WiiFit. While it didn't help, in response to the hot weather, the kind folk at the YMCA who watch Eileen free (with our membership dues) for two hours a day, and the new tool, I did find myself working out more. I can honestly say that I am feeling better for it.

Eric and I eventually found the right set of fitness stuff for each of us, and I do think that our stress level is a little lower going into the Jewish New Year.

By the way you should all have a wonderful 5772 on the Jewish calendar (holiday starts at sundown on Wednesday). Happy New Year!

school year is in swing

You know your 3 year old is over scheduled when she has preschool daily, Suzuki violin (hers is 1/16 size...it is so adorable), tap and ballet (it is a combined class). We have her in extended care one day a week so I can catch up with several of the clubs that I am involved with.

I continue to be involved in Jewish education and the Officer's Spouses' club and the squadron's support our squadron group.

Eric is still working his crazy hours. I am so glad that we are now in the slow mode count down list (like, this is the last time we will be asked to do a Race for the Cure on Yom Kippur in Wichita Falls, rather than 100 days -- we won't do that count down until about 10 days out). Somehow it makes me both more tolerant and more nostalgic to allow myself to say 'I won't deal with that again.'