that I have no earthly idea where the remote to the blasted thing is. I wouldn’t be looking for it now if it weren’t required to set the menu up for a favored DVD that I was wanting to watch.
I don’t watch the news and have no clue, unless it is on facebook or twitter, what is going on in the world. My journalist peeps keep me informed on the pressing stuff and the “Oprah, Fox, MSNBC and just happened to be surfing the web crowd” keeps me informed (and entertained) on the rest of the goings on.
I am perfectly happy with that knowledge (or lack of as the case may be) in my isolated, yet mostly serene, little world.
On the occasions that people I know feel the need to fill me in on the seedier things that are happening, I find myself cringing and saying things like “ewww” … “stop … don’t tell me anything else” … “OMG, you’re not serious?”
It is true. I am so close to hermit status that if I didn’t have to work for a living, I would be completely and happily oblivious with a backpack in tow and some flint in my pocket …
Thank you Dr. Blackwelder, for teaching me to make a fire with flint and a few dry twigs.
I could, I am relatively certain, live off the land, and thrive on apples, peaches and blackberries … and if that didn’t work out perfectly, I could, irregardless of hunger and thirst, photograph it and then write about it.
I might go hungry, but I would be happy while my belly growled.
I have learned a great deal from my dad, who is like the mountain man extraordinaire, who knows something about everything that has to do with nature and he, kindly, passed it along to me.
I paid attention and took notes.
It isn’t that I don’t care about people and things that are happening. I do. But most, in my experience, of what is considered “news” is the misfortune of others exploited well beyond what is necessary.
When my husband was living, I was current on all the happenings. He was a news junkie and found it oh-so-satisfying to fill me in whether I wanted to know or not.
I see, in the day to day happenings in my life, family and job, plenty of drama. I don’t need to know who has been in rehab, who is having somebody who isn’t their husband’s baby or what the name of the new Prince will be.
In all honesty, I could care less about that.
If there is a wildfire or other disaster, I find out from my journalist friends on facebook and then, can pray or curse, accordingly, as the event warrants.
There was a time when I was much geekier than was good for me. Of this, I am certain. I was a facebook, twitter and google plus junkie.
I have weaned myself, however, to be only a part-time junkie and rely mostly on my friends and family to keep me informed of current events.
I am grateful that my Jim cannot see this transformation from Heaven as he would simply shake his head and say, in that deep, sexy voice of his “Gina … you need to know what is going on in the world in order to live in the world”.
Well, I have little clue about what is going on and I live a relatively normal life.
Yes, there are goats that randomly come onto my porch.
Yes, a possum, nearly nightly, filches cat food from my feed pans.
Yes, my brother-in-law brings me, fresh from the chicken, eggs that I will never eat.
I may have eaten them if he hadn’t said to me “be sure to wash them first”. Ick. I took them, washed them with Dawn and placed them in my refrigerator where they will remain until I either give them to some unsuspecting person or throw them away but I know, without a doubt, that I will not be eating them.
Not ever.
But all of this has little to do with the fact that I really want to watch Lord of the Dance and cannot find my TV remote so that I can do so.
Maybe tomorrow … or the next day.
Eventually, it will turn up and when it does, I will have forgotten why I was looking for it in the first place.
Such is the nature of my life.
But it is all good, or mostly so, and it is all part of the whole. I am who I am and will be who I’ll be.
When every day is like opening Pandora’s box, who, might I ask, needs TV?
Until next time, be well, my friends, be well.
My sweet ride for a couple of hours … even without the horses, driving the Jeep on the beach and over the dunes was magnificent
He played like a demon angel … talent in spades
He looked right at me. I felt his power through the lens of my camera. I was awestruck.
A Photographer's Heart 
