“So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time ….”
“Take It to the Limit” ~ Eagles (written by Don Henley, Randy Meisner, and Glenn Frey)
According to the reminder sent from the place that keeps our family Facebooking and blogging and YouTubing and Netflixing and Spotifying, we’ve been taking our allotted Internet consumption to the limit. Give or take a few more bytes, bits or however one measures such things, and we’ll tumble over the edge of Way Too Much.
This happens every so often in our house — actually, it happens a lot, more often than is probably healthy. A sign of modern times, perhaps, but also a sign to unplug, pull back, take a walk around the neighborhood, shoot a few hoops in the driveway, do some actual writing, talk, play a game, listen to the birds, read a book, cook some meals, clean the house.
OK, maybe not that last one.
It’s a gorgeous Sunday, one made for relaxing on the deck with a book. I’m eager to finish This Is the Story of You, my friend Beth Kephart’s gripping new novel set on the Jersey shore that we both love. (If I can’t be there in person, Beth’s words can take me there.)
I started this a few nights ago and then, an hour after falling asleep I was awoken by a coughing fit. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop. So I made myself a cup of tea and sat in the kitchen reading for another hour. If I didn’t have to go to work the next day I would have stayed up longer to finish it because right when I felt ready to go back to bed I hit one of the most dramatic points of the story.
Yesterday was a rehearsal for Pittsburgh’s Listen to Your Mother show, which is less than three weeks away (!!!!) and which you all know I’m in. If you’re able, I would love for you to come see the show. (Ticket information is here.) Having heard these stories a second time, this is going to be something special that you won’t want to miss. It’s so, so good.
OK, I’ve been on here long enough for this beautiful day that seems to know no limits.