Edgy Mama

In my one 1/2 hour of free time over the past four days, I walked the boardwalk at Virginia Beach and asked one of the extremely cute young guys at the Information Kiosk where I could get a CAT-5 connection. His answer? NOWHERE! Unless you are staying in one of the nicer hotels in Virginia Beach, there is NO place to pick up an internet connection: no coffeeshop, no cafe, no nothing, nada.

If I were sophisticated enough to have wireless access, I could drive around with my laptop, looking to sneak on an open wi-fi line. But I’m still computing in the 20th century. The information guy said that between five and twenty people ask him the same question every day (and he only works there part-time!). So if you’re looking for a business opportunity and don’t mind living in Virginia Beach, this is your big chance.

Okay, I’m exaggerating about the free time. I walked on the beach twice; I took one shower; and, last night, I slept for EIGHT straight hours. I also got to drive, by myself, in my sporty Honda Hybrid, for close to 15 hours (I’d like to thank The Avett Brothers, REM, The Cowboy Junkies, Evanescence, Franz Ferdinand, and Coca-Cola for getting me through the drive).

My advice to you all is: do not move with newborn twins into a house that is still under construction.

Actually, it was fun. I got lots of sweet baby time. The babies are still at the stage where they mostly eat, sleep, and poop. And they squawked and wanted to be held and to sleep snuggled on my shoulder or in the crook of my elbow. It felt good to be so confident and competent caring for the tiny creatures (about five pounds each), and, though I loved being with them, I felt satisfied with my decision not to bring any more humanoids into the world.

I’m thrilled to be back with my relatively big kids, and Enviro-spouse, and my cats, and my plants, in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina–which is home.