Connecting: the goods and the glitches

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Eeeeek! If I lose my email address and therefore my connection with you, I’ll be back.  Comcast told me I’m losing it, but I refused to listen, so they passed me on to “Tier 2.” Whatever that is. So far I still have my email address…. I’m afraid to call Tier 2, wherever they are, to find out if this reprieve will last. Anyway, I have a seldom-used Google address (which I forget at the moment) and that will be my back-up. What I’m trying to say is I don’t want to lose our connection. You are my lifeline!

I have also begun calling people. Actually talking to people. And some of you have called me. I love it. Don’t stop. I’m not joking. Connecting with people I love has made all the difference to me. 

Another old-fashioned thing I’m doing is reading books — words on paper. I am a Kindle fan, but lately I love turning pages, writing notes in margins.  Reading is something I can do in response to the election of Trump. I want to learn stuff. Today I made a concrete plan: 30 minutes of practical reading — like learning about the iPad or the car — and an hour of reading a book. Today I did the first and not the second.

Love,
k