Disconnected

Even though Belly’s “Super-Connected” keeps roaming around my head, in fact the last week was spent pretty much totally disconnected. Went to Cape Cod for the school break because that’s the kind of father I am (though I’m now tremendously glad not to have driven a full day each way to freeze on Virginia’s shores. Much prefer to do my freezing closer to home, thank you very much). Despite the general chill and the fact that the wind on Easter out at Provincetown would knock you down and freeze-dry you in no time flat, we had a pretty good week of collecting shells, running from the surf, and getting our kites (well, some of them) in the air. (No force on earth can help me get a diamond-shaped kite into the sky, I’m finally convinced.) And although we had television and watched some movies, we lived without the internet, without email, without the Blackberry for a week. I didn’t even keep my cellphone charged. There will no doubt be many hundreds of messages on my email, but I wisely decided not to care. I desperately needed a week of letting go of the job — a very hard thing to do after all these years — and I think I got it. (Not that I didn’t keep dreaming about it, mind you.)