wait - what's today??

Holy moly...working in a bubble as I do, it's entirely possible to lose track of the date...i mean, i know the day(grocery day, laundry day, post office day, etc) but the number date is not usually as important unless it's Car Payment Day, or a hard deadline day. so imagine my surprise when i realized i had an Entire Extra Week to prepare for a festival! an entire week. that's like winning the calendar lottery! I'm knee deep in lovely lovely Squam necklaces, with just a handful left to create and send to their forever homes, and also in the middle of a total studio re-do, oh - and getting ready for my biggest 3-day festival on the 29th. so extra time is incredible! not so "extra" though once i realized it...it got penciled and slotted in pretty full, pretty quickly. and that's with Extreme Organization tactics. and i also corralled and organized my electronic time even more after reading this. (thanks for sharing, my queen!) this may shock you, but there was a time within my lifetime, where people had no cell phones. Yes! It's true! there was no cable tv, and AND - no remote control for the TV. There was nothing like a home computer, or the internet (YES it's for real)...long distance phone calls cost big money, and you could have the operator call you back and tell you how much the call just cost. there was 1 phone company, Ma Bell, and you put real coins (5 or 10 cents) into a phone on the corner of a street, and dialed your number...and *gasp* there were no touchtones! just an actual dial...a round thing with holes in it, and a stopper bar that ...well, google it. yes all of this is true. so you can see, coming from the dark ages, it is easy for me to go Amish if need be. if i want to know the weather, i look outside. if the birds have stopped singing, and it's getting darker, then it's either about to thunderstorm, or it's night. if i want to contact someone, I have the capability (being old school, and all) of writing an actual letter. with paper and a pen. it just cracks me up to remember a few years ago, when the steppers faced severe punishment for a large infraction, and that penalty: no cell phones for a week. the weeping and fussing. never mind that the infraction (in my day) would have included at least an ass-whooping and cold, hard, scary looks from both parents. i honestly don't think i would have crossed the boundary they did. well i KNOW i didn't. didn't even occur to us to have an underage drinking party with 55 of our closest friends while the parents were out of town, in florida, both trying to quit smoking at the same time, weeping copiously in fine restaurants as the withdrawl took place and the itch to smoke could possibly only be relieved by an act of homicide. never would have occurred to me to have that party. but that's off track and behind us all now. so the point is, i am uber-productive when there is no electronic device beeping and ringing and demanding my attention...there is nothing - i mean nothing - that scintillating that it needs to be tweeted every 10 minutes. there is rarely anything so urgent that it needs to be posted on facebook every 20 minutes. emails are shot out into space with little thought. there's something about having to find paper & pen & envelope & stamp that makes you consider each word. and you still have a chance to take it all back by crumpling the paper and throwing it out. early on in my marriage, it was a rocky rocky road. i admit i sent some absolutely scathing emails to my husband. absolutely scathing. because to talk to him would have been to incendiary. he never twitched an eyelash, and that fueled my anger. till i calmed down, and we began a 10 year conversation, in which i asked (at one point) why he never responded to the emails. he replied that he never got them, and then we realized that when he set up his email account, he checked the wrong box, and ANYONE who had an email ending in "verizon.net" was blocked. oh praise the email gods. they were bitter words to have to take back, and i was truly truly lucky they had dissolved in space. so the point of this ramble? oy. who knows. just make it a thoughtful, and productive day!