Checking Out or Checking In?
I have a rare moment of wireless connection in a week of dead spots, so I will make this quick.
We have gone back in time here in rural Nova Scotia. My cell phone provider, Rogers, provides patchy coverage in this part of the country. And by patchy I mean no coverage at all at this precise locale. This bar of reception that my computer is showing is rarer than the steak tartar that they served my husband in France.
The cottage that we rent is big on location, being a few feet away from the Northumberland Strait, but small on technology. No phone lines, no Wi-Fi, no DVD players, no stereo. We do have cable, however, to get us through some rainy patches.
And so the focus falls squarely on conversation. Children have to resort to knocking on each others cottages to see if their friends can come out to play. Bonfires and hide and seek are the nightly entertainment. There is a project underway digging to China.
It is simple and lovely.
As much as I love blogging and social networking, there is a beauty to returning to the isolation of the present company.
My bars are disappearing and the ocean is calling, so farewell for the week, and hello to Nova Scotia.