I'm Giving It All Up To You

I blame it all on my IPad.

I can barely remember how to use my camera, I just wander around with the IPad taking pictures and posting them to Instagram.

I download book after book from the library and down them like vodka.

I read my email, do my banking and read your blog posts on my device. And when I don't comment right away it's because it's hard to comment. Much easier to post a heart on a photo I like.

I always mean to get over to the computer and respond but them I find myself downloading another book or looking at pictures on Instagram.

Hello, my name is Jane and I'm addicted to my IPad.

This weekend I was having a Sunday. This included garden time, a nap, making chicken tortilla soup and lounging on the couch, the front patio and the back deck ( I'm a wanderer) with the aforementioned device, the Sunday Times, a hardback and the new Bon Appetit.

At some point I strolled into the kitchen to ice myself one more latte and noticed how pretty the light was at 4:00 on an October afternoon.

I started to grab my phone but resisted and got my camera.

The grapes were luminous.

Lucy languid.

The back room quietly lit.

I've got to do this more often, I thought.

Does anyone remember a strange movie from a 100,000,000 years ago called "Until The End Of The World"?

The husband of a blind woman had invented a recording device to record and translate brain impulses thus allowing her to see the images. Her son was traveling around the world filming friends and family so she could stay connected. (This is a very simplistic review of a crazy mixed up movie).

The stranger thing about this device was that it allowed seeing people to record their dreams and they became addicted to it, watching their dreams over and over, they were addicted to their dreams as they would be to a drug.

How could that happen I used to wonder.

Then I got my IPad.

Now I see.

So to speak.

Anybody?

Can you hear me out there?