Reality Live

I'm not much troubled by reality. We don't watch television, subscribe to a newspaper or magazines, or listen to radio. So do you think I'm out of touch?

Most of the news we get comes from the stuff we read on the Internet. Okay, MySpouse reads things to me while I play Scrabble or Tetris. He's a blog-o-holic. At least he's cut down on the number of political blogs he reads. Mostly he reads to me the items that make him laugh.

Last Sunday MySpouse got a free newspaper when he gassed up his pick-up. I read the comics, looked thru the Target flyer, and read an article about how some news organization had NO items about Paris Hilton for a week. The news organization found out that no one really missed Miss Hilton.

Okay, she's rich and skinny. Is that it? Is that all? I'd say she's young, also, but that's not true. At 26 she's closer to 30 than she probably wants to be.

And what, precisely, does she do?

I come from a long line of doers. I don't waste my time like I did when I was 20-something.
He drives, I crochet. I have an appointment with a doctor, dentist, or lawyer - I take
my knitting to work on. My daughter calls to rant and I play Free Cell while she natters
about her shit of a husband.

I do things that are productive and creative. I'm sure Miss Hilton could hire someone to knit or crochet an item, but it's not about paying someone to do something. It's about learning a skill and using it in a positive way. I'm hoping some day to crochet as well as my mother does.

So maybe I am out of touch. If a Paris Hilton sighting was the high point of my day, I might be better off.