Costa Jill

It’s all out there now. Public. That’s what I keep forgetting. And there’s so much of it. (At least nothing goes out until I hit post.)

• I sit here listening to NPR. The bailout -don’t continue to give to the haves. Pepsi’s Gatorade change to G - what a slap in the face!
• CR sends me an email with  youtube.com Playing for Change - I want to dance inside and out. Each computer site I enter leads me away to another.
• In the car, listening to an audio Loving Frank (Lloyd Wright) by Horan -what a preposterous genius. Need some visuals and background. Find a book, go on-line.
• Nap time is for reading a book in print, Are You Somebody? by O’ Faolian. Still buy the Herald-Tribune, but how much longer will I keep the wonderful, archaic habit of reading the paper with the requisite cup of coffee? CRB sends email - the Costa Rican major newspaper La  Nacion, will probably have to give up print and go only on-line.

My mind’s awhirl. How did life change so much in such a blink-of-the-eye? And I didn’t even get to TV.