Ed often asks me, "How was your day?" when he gets home from work. Thirty years ago that question could elicit a long conversation. Today? Not so much. What is the measure of my day? I've been thinking a lot about that lately.
My first concern of the day: Was I able to get on the internet? If so, there will be e-mails to read: from my sister, maybe my daughters, some friends, and then I'll read a few blogs. There will be the inevitable Scrabble plays with my sister, my eldest daughter, and a friend who lives two blocks away, but whom I only occasionally see. I may even write a page or two on this blog.
Who did Charlie Rose interview last night? That's almost my first question of the day. Thank heavens for TIVO! This morning I listened to his conversation with Rahm Emmanuel, in which they discussed President Elect Obama's management style and their recent interaction with Congress. Lots to think about! I "saved" it, knowing I'd want to listen to it again. Turning to CNN in time to hear the end of a pre-Inauguration whistle-stop speech in Delaware where the train coming from Philadelphia picked up Vice President Elect Joe Biden. I nervously watched
our almost new President walk out through the crowd, shaking hands, chatting, etc. I'm wishing he would keep his charismatic self behind bullet-proof glass! His taking the oath of office on the Lincoln bible and team of rivalry comparisons almost seem to be challenging, taunting, or provoking the unthinkable. It's making me crazy!
I knit. I write. I incessantly watch, read, and consider the political goings-on of the day. I have much more time to think about these things and to read the current books that are being discussed than I ever had when younger and when working. It is only because my own personal world has become narrower that I have the time or energy to become engrossed in the wider world.
I feel lucky that I enjoy my life. As a fairly private person who has always enjoyed solitude, I don't miss going out and about every day. As I am aging, my personal world seems to be getting narrower, however. I'm not yet what one would call frail, but my lack of easy mobility causes me to find staying at home easier than going out. And I am quite content. It might have been otherwise.