The outstanding Jenelle
By Friday afternoon there was a distinct grumpiness in the house as three of us who needed good net connection felt unproductive and helpless. (Poor, pitiful us!)
I finally couldn't take it any longer and so I climbed onto my bed, pulled my pretty white Portuguese throw over me and took a little nap. (BTW, I'm a firm believer in little naps, even though I don't live out my allegiance to the same very well.)
The nap gave way to tea time and we sat on our porch drinking and talking and draining the pot.
Later, after the tea things were cleared away and Byron had watered all the flowers and Jenelle had read some lovely essays by our friend Lisa McKay, the stars came out and we took our dinner outside where we could enjoy it by a little camp fire.
Fresh, hot, home-made chapatis, wonderful African beans, guacamole, a fire, the stars, Over The Rhine wafting across the airwaves and conversation. We talked long and deep and raw. That's the best way, I think.
The internet doesn't matter. Sure, I'd like to get some things done, but sharing life is a pretty good alternate plan.