(Written on 7-12-10 upon moving into our new house in Georgia)

I’ve lived too long without Internet or telephone.  Even my nine-year-old was counting the hours until “the man came to turn on the Internet.”

As I sat at my laptop working on my column yesterday, my daughter walked into the room and stared.  She looked upset… almost angry.

“I thought you said the computer didn’t work.”

It was a question, with a tinge of accusation.

I explained that the computer worked – programs like Word or Photoshop – but the Internet was not connected yet.

“Oh. Okay.”

I’m not sure she entirely believed me.  She checked the browser on her computer… just in case. Nothing.

It didn’t take long for boredom to overtake her.

I’m trying to remember the last time I was bored.  I have so much I have to do, combined with so much I want to do.  I just don’t have time to be bored.

(Do I sound like an elderly coot complaining about how “kids these days” are always bored?  Sorry, if I do.)

It didn’t take long for boredom to overtake her.  She opened a Word document and began designing cool flyers for her friends.  Her six-year-old sister walks into the room and stares.

“MOM! It’s not fair that Annie can go on the computer and I can’t!”

*Sigh*