Well, the title isn’t entirely true. I do get the internet on my phone, but there are some places I can’t comment, and I find it a lot more tiring to deal with Facebook and websites on my phone than on my laptop.
So technically, in the laptop-connecting-to-the-internet way, my family has been without phone service and internet for the past week due to an unfortunate snippage of wires in the attic while hooking up a ceiling fan to electricity. (In my hubby’s defense, there were a LOT of non-essential wires from the previous owner’s alarm system. Shoddily done in the attic and sprawled all over. Plus, it was 90 outside – well over 100 in the attic.)
But as I’ve been in and out of reality anyway while on pain meds, I haven’t really missed it (with the exception of the blog posts I wanted to write). I’ve read close to two dozen novels at this point but haven’t reviewed them. I find I’m slowing down more, I’m learning which emails I read and which I really don’t, and paring down my email groups accordingly.
I also am learning what I miss, twitter being one of them (and the ability to easily do research the other one). My first day out of the house this week was Wednesday, and I headed to Coffee Bean and the free WiFi…and reconnected with the good folks at #MyWANA. I even did a couple #1k1hr rounds, which kickstarted my writing again.
The really interesting thing is, no one at the house is overly-itchy about not having internet. Hubby has been valiantly sitting in the ugliest sauna ever (our attic) while painstakingly tracing wires and connecting things up (we now have a landline that works – in our closet), and yes we’re checking our cell phones to keep on top of our email, but other than that, we’re all pretty loose about not having it. Which frankly is something of a relief.
Of course, the boys are back at Moorpark College, so they have WiFi there. And the Hubby has gone off to Coffee Bean without me when he really had to have connectivity. But there are no overt signs of withdrawal, and that’s all to the good I think.
The last time I went a week without the internet was a couple of years ago, when we went camping for 10 days and I deliberately left my laptop at home. And now that I think about it, the week prior to losing internet I found I was sitting too much and staring online (not writing, not yet) and that wasn’t good for the incision, even when I did use an icepack. So not having internet this past week has allowed me to read more, nap much more, and begin to write (at Coffee Bean) and continue to write (at home) and, most likely, has helped speed the healing process.
I really wanted to get a wine blog posted today, but I was writing on the novel yesterday and I didn’t feel good about bringing empty wine bottles to Coffee Bean. I will do my best to get one written today at home, and post it tomorrow. For as I mentioned to my dear friend Maria, while I’m not drinking wine at the moment due to the drug consumption (and the fact that it tastes bad to me currently), I do have empty bottles sitting on my desk, waiting for their moment in the sun.
At this point, I think we’ll have connectivity next week. If, after this weekend the hubs can’t figure it out, he’ll call a friend of his that’s a phone guy.
So, that’s my week in a nutshell. When was the last time you were without Internet? Did you do it deliberately, or was it accidental? Are you one of those people that checks their smartphone before you go to sleep, and is it the first thing you reach for when you wake up? I’d love to know!
I lose my mind when my internet connection goes out (just ask my boyfriend), but if I’m away from home without internet, I’m usually okay with it. I’m happy to hear you’re on the mend!
In June we went to Phoenix for a conference. I didn’t think it would be possible to live a week without the internet, so I brought the laptop with me. First thing I did was set it up on the little table in the room, connect, and read email.
Then a funny thing happened. I was so involved with the activities at the conference and so busy between seminars and dinners and social events, that I forgot all about my poor little laptop, sitting dusty and unused back in my room. Each night when I returned for a few hours of exhausted sleep, I didn’t even *think* about going online; I just fell into bed.
Although I survived just fine, I did miss my online friends, like you, and kept composing emails and messages mentally, some of which I sent later when I got home. And yes, it was refreshing in a way to be a week unwired.
I’m alright without internet, for the most part. I need it for my research, but I don’t need the distraction social media brings. I find I end up reading more and writing less when I open those windows – if you know what I mean. The last time I went without it was completely planned and I was trapped at sea for a week. 😉 In that case, I also didn’t have any time to read or write. I would have liked a little more time for such pleasures. But you can’t have it all. At least you’re getting tons of that in. 🙂
We’ve gone through a couple of internet outages at various times. Usually it’s happened when we’ve moved or are changing service. On the one hand, it’s a bear because I miss out on blogging and social media (plus my work is all via tele-communing) but it also lets me just focus on offline projects and family. It ends up being rather refreshing…as long as it doesn’t go on too long.