I think I am officially a dinosaur. Our daughter says I am not. I feel like one. So many things going on the world of pop culture today about which I am clueless. I hear catch words and try to remember them long enough to write them down. I have to write them down if I have any hope of getting to my computer to look on line for an explanation. She says I am not a dinosaur because I am still interested to know about things even if I don’t care to participate. I appreciate her generosity.
I have been dabbling in some additional social media sites. I am trying to figure out Twitter. I can follow and unfollow. I can like. I can look at links. But, I don’t know how to re-tweet or initiate a tweet to someone correctly or how to tweet back at someone.
I have been working on figuring out Tumblr. I like that it is similar to Instagram but has the blog connection often lacking on Instagram. I love Instagram, of course. Just lovely photos flowing along for the most part.
Pinterest is great and very familiar. I maneuver in it just fine. I enjoy it. Not being one who can just pin and pin without reviewing what I have pinned, it becomes work sometimes. I like to edit and resort and delete. I confess I use secret boards more often than the public boards. Just because it is a tool I like to use to sort out ideas and focus intentions.
I want to upgrade my WordPress to a dot net. I think that will be my birthday present to myself. It was less than twenty dollars for the year last time I paid attention. I have aspirations to create a specific logo for Raining Orchids. You know, tee shirts, hats, stationery. Ha! Ha! Just for fun. Additional creative flow.
Still, one of my favorite things to do when I want to be quiet and still is to color. I have one of those new adult coloring books and map pencils. That is okay. But what I really like is my bag of Crayola crayons and my Disney coloring book. I bought it years ago and am slowly coloring each page in order through the book. The bright colors, the smell of the crayons, the soothing rhythm of rubbing the wax onto the paper all work together to create magic for me.
To each his or her own. I like the technical world of social media. And I love the innocent world of crayons and coloring books. Just because I do. Not going to analyze this. Just going to savor the moments. Dinosaur or not, I am still exploring. Still asking questions. Still learning. Still loving life. Not yet a fossil.
Incessantly seeking. Endlessly restless. Always planning and scheming. What for?
I am forever trying to manipulate my house and my personal behaviors to make less housework to keep. I am forever trying to let go of expectations and self-created problems. I am forever asking “is this necessary?” when I look over my lists. Seemingly my desire is to have very little “must do” and a lot of “spare time”. Searching for my paradise.
When is it all enough?
I am reading a travelogue of a fellow who went off to a very remote island in the South Pacific. It is a second such I have gotten my hands on written in the past few years. It echoes so much of what I have read by Michener and Mytinger. James Michener wrote of the less than romantic islands riddled with death and disease and insanity. Mytinger wrote of the natives of Melanesia between the world wars. It too echoes Michener’s tales of despair and adventure. I read over again the Trader Vic Cookbook that covers the Pacific, Mexico and Texas. I love Texas being included in the exotic text of cookery.
The Hawai’ian Islands and French Polynesia are certainly lovely and have the possibilities of evoking the feeling of having found paradise. Hawaii is beyond lovely and the climate is divine. These are not really included in the materials I gravitate toward.
What is so appealing to me about these tales of the tougher parts of the Pacific? Perhaps the definite challenge of survival and tales of adventure. Perhaps the stripped down lifestyle. Perhaps the freedom from societal restraints. Perhaps only the vivid blues I envision when reading them. Who knows for sure? Do I even need a reason? Always trying to figure out why I think or feel whatever it is going round in my head.
I certainly over-examine many issues. Remunerate. Chew the cud. Stew. I do get a lot done sometimes just to get past thinking about it. Then, I find some new topic on which to stew.
If I lived on one of the islands I read about, I would probably go stir crazy. He has helped me create a little haven like one I might erect were I to be cast adrift in the Pacific. Sitting out here writing with the wind and the bird song, I am in my own paradise. My jungle plants provide visual texture. The bright aqua bench evokes the tropical waters. I will add images to this haven to increase the mood of escape.
I do enjoy escape from the nine to five, the television blaring, the claustrophobic feeling of central air living with the drawn drapes and darkened rooms. And yet another part of my paradise is a bathtub full of clean, hot water to soak chin deep. A room cooled by that very same central air with a comfortable, dry, bug free bed in which to snuggle. Satellite services bringing my television and internet connection to the rest of the world at my fingertips. Too much food available to eat at any moment. Him somewhere on the acreage or piled up in his chair.
I don’t have ocean waves rolling and crashing outside my window. I don’t have the smell of salt air or the scream of seagulls assailing my senses. I don’t have sores festering from the bacteria that thrive in the equatorial band around the globe. Tsunamis and storm surges don’t threaten my world. Yes. I would certainly love to visit the tropical places of my dreams. I have seen some of it. But, I will continue to appreciate my little bit of paradise he has helped me create right here in my own back yard. For today, it is enough. No need to search beyond the front gate, today.