Last week I went on vacation with my “lifemate” Ellen and the rest of my immediate family. We were on Cape Cod, MA, which is a pretty sophisticated area as far as vacation spots go, so I had assumed that there would be good Internet connections.
Wrong. No Wi-Fi signals, only one bar (at best) of cell phone, and my cell-powered wireless WAN working only briefly on one very stormy morning. (Thanks, Verizon!)
I started thinking maybe Ellen planned it this way. Instead of reading various chat boards, calling people, and posting to my blog, I actually talked to my family and read some of those heavy paper things—oh right, books.
Ellen claims that “vacation” means not only do you vacate your usual PLACE, you also vacate your MIND—and that you can’t do that while constantly being on the phone and the Internet. So I think she secretly engineered this—to save my sanity. It’s scary to go “off the grid” for even several hours, let alone several days as I did. There are stages: first you panic, then you get angry…but then you start to care less and less, and so on. Eventually, you settle into a deeper zen-like level based more on the sunsets and the tide patterns than on the latest news morsel. I wouldn’t want to live there, but it sure is a nice place to visit.