So I went on twitter.
Some things about it I get. I saw a picture of a cat pulling a toy from room to room. I liked that.
I read an article by David Pogue that was very useful plus I know him personally (although when I saw him in the street it was news to him) and he’s the sweetest kindest guy (aside from his lousy memory).
You make contact with people that read your blog. I like that.
What I don’t like. 1. It’s addictive. 2. I only have a limited amount of creativity and I save it for my blog. 3. It’s addictive. 4. I’m scared that if I don’t write more often twittles, or whatever they’re called, will be mad at me. 5. It’s addictive
I’m going to Montauk today.
I have good friends who will be out there in their own house.
I will be staying in my house alone. They always ask me to stay with them but I can’t do that. I do get a little scared but that’s one of the things I’ll have to get used to.
Another thing is being a woman alone with a couple.
I’ve been in that position before but only when dave was on tour so it was a temporary thing. At that time I never minded if the other man paid for me. dave always paid for any female friend that ate with us. But this is different.
This is a permanent situation. I must always insist on paying for myself in order to feel like an entity. I’m not sure that’s the right word but it feels right to me.
There are so many little kinks to my situation that I never thought of.
But I’m learning.