Plugged In on a Sunday evening

computerMy son is sitting on the couch singing to himself, but otherwise everything is quiet right now.  The glow of computer screens illuminates the faces of my children and my mother.  Obviously, I am at my computer as well writing this.  The TV is a silent black square in the corner.  We are all in the same room but are all occupied with our devices.

It’s odd.  I know that it would be easy to call attention to the fact that none of us are communicating with each other.  It would be easy to pull out a board game and get everyone down in the floor to play.  We do that sometimes.  But I won’t right now.board game pieces

I have roughly ten minutes before I need to walk out the door for work. The kids have maybe twenty before bed time.  My mom is just checking facebook to see what her sister is doing and maybe play some candy crush.

It ten minutes I will stand up and reach for my coat. (It gets chilly at work.)  I will sling my messenger bag over my shoulder and move toward the door.  By the time I reach for the handle both kids will be off their computers and giving me hugs and my mom will call out. “Have a good night.”

We may all be plugged in but we are still in tune with each other as well.  We also know that the people are more important than the machines.  Which is why I don’t mind having computer time in the evening every now and then.

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Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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