I'll be having a break soon... I keep telling myself that, but I keep tacking on another week or a few days. I really need a break, I know I do... but I really like work too. Therefore, I've planned to do some work on my break!
One of the things I have planned for when I have a bit of free time is to reorganise things in my online life. I'm going to purge 'friends' that aren't friends on Facebook. I'm going to unsubscribe from groups that I never look at... why oh why does Facebook allow people to add you to groups? They should just send you an invite that you can decline. I find myself in a mad scramble, rushing to log-in to Facebook to unsubscribe before I end up with hundreds of notifications and silly comments in my email inbox. I've already uninstalled Facebook's desktop program... jeesh! What an intrusion! Do I need to be notified when someone liked one of my comments... especially one where I just typed in 'LOL!" or something just as stupid?
And then there is the blog... I've already started to reorganise here. I changed the settings for comments. In the past I allowed anonymous comments because I thought that people (Libyan in particular) would feel better (safer) if they could comment anonymously. But in the 'new Libya' you can say what you like, so you no longer need to hide. If you've got an opinion, you're going to have to own it by signing in first. I'm still moderating the comments and there are still guidelines. Hopefully this will limit the amount of comments I get from idiots who don't seem to read the guidelines... always the ones who comment anonymously.
|but follow the guidelines... or get your own blog!|
I've got some projects planned that will involve research and reading... and then writing.
It's going to take a while because my Internet is on for a day and then off for three or four. It's annoying. It's hard to accomplish anything. And complaining does nothing.
I'm still working on getting a ticket home... actually I'm not really working on it that hard.... because I'm trying to avoid DRAMA and elevated blood pressure. Getting the man I married to cough up the cash needed for tickets and expenses is not easy. What a miser!... sigh.... And it will require having to listen to endless whining and moaning and complaining about who will take over my roles while I'm gone.
Who will drive the kids around?
Who will do the grocery shopping?
Who will do this, and who will do that?
.... quite honestly, I don't care! Let the whole place fall down around your ears while I'm gone. Honey, I held your hand all through the war, now it's time to let go for a couple of months. I need a break... before I have a breakdown! I don't need to recharge my batteries; I need a completely new set of them.
I'm going home... to a place that smells good, where the streets are clean and free of potholes. Where people drive carefully and wear their seat-belts and babies aren't hanging out the windows. There won't be machine guns there and I won't have to worry about getting caught in the crossfire.
|The beach five minutes from my mom's house.|
It will be hurricane season when I get there. I'm going to sit on the back porch every afternoon and watch the rain pour down. I'm going to go for walks on the beach and relax in the park. There is plenty of shopping on the agenda, and visits to museums and other places of interest. But most of all, I'm going to spend quality time with my mom, my sisters (and their kids) and my son.