The Detours in an Hour & Water by the Spoonful

I guess I could call this "Interruptions," but that has such a negative connotation.  What comes in--unplanned--is sometimes more important than what's on the agenda.  So here's an example of an hour--both online and not.  (The not is on the telephone!)

Last night Bill and Tom let me go with them--spur of the moment--to see Water by the Spoonful in Mountain View.

http://www.theatreworks.org/shows/1415-season/waterbythespoonful

The play deals with an online "family" as well as a family that's blood related and coming face to face.  Before the end, the online family members have come face to face, and at least one of the members has met three people in the blood-related family.

So...This is what happens when I'm online, e-mailing, that old-fashioned mode of communication that's been replaced by texting and Facebook communication.

While writing to Javier, I heard a message from Mary B., so I returned her call, and then a message came in from my sister Suzy asking when I'd next see David, so I wrote to Javier about that too.  Would he feel up to taking him out this weekend?  I wanted to write a reassuring (in the sense that I empathized with her) e-message to Sara, My Best Friend in Fifth Grade, who will be arriving at the New York airport the day after I (enshallah) arrive.  But while I was writing to her, I received a phone call from David's new social worker, who had followed up on a concern I expressed at the Garfield quarterly review meeting.  I then shared what she said with Suzy and Jonathan and sent a message to the social worker to thank her and to review what she had said as well as what David has said that sounded strange and possibly indicated the onset of dementia.  But I hadn't yet finished my message to Sara.  Then the electrician whose name and number I got from my plumber called to say that he was very busy, but if my tenant texted him, he'd text back if he had the chance to come by to look into the blowing of fuse that occurs when the microwave is turned on.  I then went onto Facebook to see how my niece's daughter was doing after suffering a concussion when she was thrown down hard during a soccer game at school and was unresponsive after the fall.  (An ambulance was called, and she spent 24 hours in the hospital, but now she's going back to school for half days.)

Weaving in and out--that's life!

I last saw real people at the Y this morning.  I'll soon see real people at Americuts, West Portal, and at the AT&T and dry cleaners.  Tomorrow there will be a real social outing!  The detours will be back on the main road.