Today is Tuesday and my one and only day to recover from what has been nonstop activity. Someone suggested I celebrate my birthday for 52 days, the age I am, and my response ARE YOU KIDDING? I’ve been celebrating for four days and I’m toast. In the meantime, Tin has been taking the longest nap in history – he went down without a fuss after singing the most incredible song that he made up that had me staring at him with my mouth agape and that was four hours ago – he’s exhausted too.
We were in the park in Atlanta briefly and someone asked him his name and he said, Tin, T I N. I think that is most likely going to be his standard reply given that most people don’t get it on the first take. Then he began to drive the fire truck and said he was on his way to Croatia – no doubt to join Tete and Mama who he finally spoke with this morning on Skype over breakfast.
Isn’t Skype amazing and free, strange huh? What if all this new technology and culture of free is way more radical than anyone could have predicted and only will be thoroughly understood decades from now? I was thinking about this last night as I was falling asleep that the whole bucking of the internet and publishers is that we have come to expect things for free – and that is a problem – but what if it isn’t. What if money has no value? What if the Fed like the NYT recently posed the question were eliminated? What if information and news and entertainment was simply an end in and of itself instead of something to be bought and sold?
I thought about that and one other thing as I was falling asleep and then I had a series of weird dreams and woke this morning with an answer to my other question. Why is it that most lesbians insist on dragging all their exes into their present lives and is that so wrong or is that so right? My answer to myself this morning is it removes the intimacy that was shared between two lovers or it seriously dilutes it. My opinion anyway. I feel as if I walked into a room of a bunch of exes who were now partnered with exes that the intimacy I might have shared with one of them was now known by all of them in varying degrees of retelling and like all things quality dissipates when spread thin. And while this might work for some people, it doesn’t work for me.