It's Kind of Comfortable Here Under This Rock

I found this contest to wind a Kindle.  I kind of want one.  We have no "devices" in our house smaller than a laptop.  Unless you count the flip phones.  Seriously people.  Each adult has a flip phone.  They serve us well.  Plus, as much as I love this post about how great it is to accept and support a mom using her phone at the park I'm kind of glad I don't have the temptation. 

The thing is that to increase my chances of winning the device I was interested in I had to "like" or follow a bunch of kind of annoying social media accounts.  I hit my personal limit for Facebook and Twitter and thought "Why not start an Instagram account and follow there?"  I cannot figure out how to do it.  I think you have to download an app onto a phone.  Flip phone - remember?

Look, we have the internet.  I realize that chia seeds are now a food.  I finally (sort of) get what hashtags are all about.  (Although my spell check is apparently blissfully ignorant of these developments).  I listen to the news on NPR on the radio on the way to Lenny's school so I know that professional football players are (again) suing their employers for failing to mention that playing a violent sport could harm them.  I even know there was some thing with Beyonce and her husband and sister in an elevator.

But I do not care.  About any of the above bits of modern life.  Except hashtags.  I keep thinking if I could just unlock the mystery of hashtags people would pay attention to me on Twitter and read my blog.  I'm thinking of just using the tag #pleasepleasepleasepleasereadmyblog every time I post a link but that uses too many characters.

Wait.  Where was I?  Oh yes, under a rock.  Not totally under a rock.  In fact swamped and drowning in irrelevant information like most of the rest of the internet savvy world.  But at least sheltered by the rock of not having the ability to view it on a piece of equipment I could accidentally drop in the toilet.

Also?  I have not been to a movie theater since.... .....some time before I got pregnant with Linus.  And then it was once, to watch a Jacky Chan movie which was kind of a disappointment.  Further?  I have not watched a real (as in targeted at adults) show on TV or Netflix since before Linus was born.  I did watch that one 007 movie on Netflix with my husband.  We turned the captions on so we could hear it over the chatter of the baby.

And don't get me started on the stuff I don't know about contemporary music.  Actually, I can't really say much about it because I don't even know enough to know what I don't know.  Josh Groban is awesome.  Is that contemporary?

And yet my life seems pretty full - overwhelmingly so, sometimes.  We're wondering where the materials came from for the Great Wall of China.  The baby thinks I do the best ever rendition of "The Wheels on the Bus."  My husband and I actually sat on the front porch last night and discussed lawn care and summer plans.  Plus, I'm on a higher level of "Farm Hero Saga" than any of my Facebook friends (please do not take this as a challenge.  I seem to need this small island of "achievement.")

So maybe it's a question of priorities and actually ignoring some areas of modern culture that don't seem useful or important to me.  Still.  If I had time I'd watch every episode of "Scandal" that has been put up on Netflix since the baby was born.  No spoilers please.  This is on my bucket list.

Wait.  Where was I?  Oh yes.  Do you shelter under any rocks that help make life less overwhelming?  If so, which ones?