Back in March, I sent the following e-mail to Stephanie.
“I am trying out some new fonts for the luncheon invite, so I typed up my typical alphabet line
Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee Ff Gg Hh Ii Jj Kk Ll Mm Nn Oo Pp Qq Rr Ss Tt Uu Vv Ww Xx Yy Zz
And totally realized how teeny, tiny are the building blocks of language. Seriously. It looks even smaller on a full sheet of paper. Seriously. How do we communicate with that?
That’s not much to work with. No wonder communication is so precarious.”
This lightning bolt of revelation and awestruck surprise was much like the day Tony and I were driving out to our building site (otherwise known as our house now). I was holding a smallish digital camera in my hand and was suddenly overwhelmed with the thought that the images I took with that camera were immediately visible to me. I could save it or delete it, and did I have the means and equipment at my immediate disposal, could go and get a copy of that VERY IMAGE at that exact moment to travel down the road with us in real, actual form rather than digitally alone. I said something of that sort to my husband–gushing as I normally do when things like that occur to me–
“Can you believe that I can take a photo of our children RIGHT NOW and then HERE IT IS—in my hands. It’s just information on a tiny little card the size of a nickel, but it JUST happened, and now I can see it. They are THERE in the back seat, and they are HERE in this little camera. It blows my mind!!! Isn’t that AMAZING????”
“NO????????????????? You don’t find that AMAZING??? HOW can you NOT find that amazing?”
“I watch Star Trek.”
Thus is the mystery that is communication.
I haven’t communicated on this blog much this past calendar year. It has been a busy year. In fact, I can say in all honesty that I has been chock full ‘o activity and exhaustion on various levels until JUST the last week or so. Our summer has been a busy one–and that is good in and of itself with memory making and travel and summer time activities. But LIFE has been busy for quite awhile now, and it is good to have it slow down.
Tony and Thad are in the gameroom playing Mario Cart. Victoria is in San Antonio with her Girl Scout troop. I have a moment to think–to read–to write–to communicate. What a pleasant thing.
I want to write more. And so, I am.