Since I am blogging, I have changed. Now, I spend much more time at home and are not running around anymore after myself or buying stupid stuff that I don't need. Now, when I run around it's for taking photos for my photoblog. Now when I am visiting a city or another country it's for my travel blog. Not only for that of course, I love travelling. But it's nice to make about 200 photos for a reason and to be able to share them with others then making them put them somewhere or delete them after I while.
I also stated that I have got the feeling to live in two worlds now. My Blogger world and my Waterloo world.
When I am busy to read blogs and to see what people are writing and the phone rings it pulls me out into another world where people are of blood and flesh have faces and a voice. So I have a kind of switch to reality and try to listen to my newspaper neighbor (the one who knows everything in the street) who informes me about the last happenings around here. For example that the cousin of another neighbors sister has died or that the women three houses farer wears a wig or that the other neighbor washs his car with a tooth brush. In fact all very interesting things to know and you couldn't live without them. Or my friend calls and askes me to lunch with her and then I think should I go or not ? Two or three hours lost in blogging ? But I am not a slave to my computer !
So I kicked myself somewhere, switched off my window to the world, made myself presentable and went out for lunch.
Lunch was nice but the trouble was I had absolutely nothing to say about such simple things like what did you do yesterday ? What I did, nothing in her eyes, because she doesn't know what a blog is.
And when I explained to her that I put that and that picture and text on a blog in Internet, she looked at me like a cow (she doesn't look like a cow) seeing a train for the first time.
So after lunch, I with a dry mouth from explaining, she with two question marks in her eyes, I took here home and showed her my computer. When my friend saw my face on the screen and all the stuff around and my text, she asked me how the hell did I do that and how could I get on the screen ? I tried to explain but it didn't help it just didn't get in. I got the impression that she thought I had slipped in some secret way, maybe shrinking myself to a little goast, through tubes and wires on the screen.
Finally she sighed that she didn't understand at all about what I were talking, that computers are far to complicated to use, to which I protested and told her that even her 6 year old grandchild is using it. Yes, she said but I am too old for that.
When my friend was gone I grumbled, too old !! (we have the same age) and I said it to Pookie because nobody else was in the house to complain to, can you believe that ?
I think you are never too old to learn something when you like it or when it is useful. I learned it too ! But some people are just afraid to "go with the time", they refuse everything which didn't exist when they were young. Yes, said Pookie, yawning in need of more sleep, but then you can think at least you are young ! (I don't know if she really said that)
And it would be such a good thing for especially older people who complain that they are alone, they wouldn't be alone anymore ! And it's also a great occupation for somebody retired who doesn't know what to do with all the time he/she has now !