fall from the sky when one scratches the surface of the internet world. Could it be the anonymity that veils people from typical responsibilities of courtesy. I hate to apply rules to behavior, after all, I live sort of an unconventional existence, but it gets frustrating, for instance, when a correspondence asks for a response and none arrives. What should one do? Risk taking on a scolding approach and mentioning the persons ignorance? I'm never sure. I do know I feel like my mother who used to correct all "unpolite" behavior....constantly. I bet she would curse the internet to hell if she experienced the week I did.

 

In fact I was trying to sell some furniture on a classified site and also to sell my professional "craft" services and the ensuing correspondences were abrupt, even rude, one after the next. I maintained my composure totally because I was, after all, trying to sell something. Does that even matter when the people are not in my neighborhood and will not run into me at the supermarket? I just don't know.

 

In any case I for one will be trying to keep up some standards of communication courtesy. I hope you all do the same. Forgive the preaching if it is that.

    Reflective time, Sunday afternoon.

    The week ahead promises challenges, some solvable, some might be, some; no idea.. All I know is it is Sunday and there is some good baseball and football on TV and I have my family here preparing din dins. It all feels okay at the moment.

    The decisions have all been made with good intentions. Never about money, always about peace of mind. Meanwhile life goes on, gas prices go up, taxes increase, things break, people lose jobs, etc, etc. I suppose we must take each day and enjoy it for what it is. It is a Sunday with family and sports on TV. That feels like a luxury right now. It is a Monday with a week to plan and more to deliver than there are days in the week. It is a Friday with people to pay and a week to reflect on. Every day has its challenges and demands and rewards. If nothing else the reward is the day itself. The chance to kiss my child off to school and the time at the dinner table with whomever is there that night and the thoughts of friends and even the occasional phone calls all make each day full of some joy.

    I guess, like a jar full of sand, there is still room for some water. There is always room for some joy and that displaces something, anything everything.

bill