May 9, 2011 11:04:00 AM
OK, I might be in cyberspace, but I''m not doing Facebook, I''m not. I read some tweets, but I''m not twittering. You see ...
Margaret came over with this gadget that connects to the Internet like wham, bam, bingo, there you are. The little gizmo is about the size of a credit card. Margaret said, "I don''t understand how it works, but it does."
Eureka, wireless has come to the Prairie.
With the gizmo I was able to open six photographs Emma Hatcher took of Sam on a tractor, arched by a rainbow. Willis Pope sent several of Laird Bagnall''s nature photos; I could open those. One was a raccoon in the hollow of the tree; I liked it better than the snakes.
The video of a volcano exploding complete with sound effects was impressive, but I couldn''t figure how to make it stop exploding; finally it did.
Pictures and videos were nice; then I found something that could really hook me: "One Thousand Gifts, A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are," a book I''m reading.
The cover shows hands holding a tiny nest with small blue bird eggs. I liked the cover and the title, but oh, my gracious, I fell in love with the book and the author''s website.
On Ann Voskamp''s site, twitterers tweet about things they are grateful for ... like daily graces. Tweets stream across my screen and make me feel thankful, even though I don''t have a kitten that just opened its eyes or a child taking her first steps, or all the other things that global twitterers tweet about.
If I were a twitterer then I''d tweet about the blue jay I saw pecking at the cat''s food, or how the morning light filtered through the ruby nectar of the hummingbird feeder. Or the single pink bud on my Knock Out roses that are preparing to knock me out any day now, or the humongous purple clematis bloom that Allene Swoope pointed out on what I had believed to be a Carolina jasmine. Or ... that almost two weeks ago our community was spared massive devastation. Or I could tweet about the power outage that caused my family to become more resourceful and appreciative of all that energy that surges through wires and cables bringing light into our home.
I''d tweet about the tiny gizmo that Margaret brought over that enabled Sam and I to huddle together in the dark around a small screen watching weather warnings, as well as cell phones to call friends and family warning them of impending danger.
I''d tweet about Sam and how he stood on the front porch and heard the oft-described sound of a train as it passed over the Prairie. If I twittered, I''d have much to tweet about.
Shannon Rule Bardwell is a Southern writer living quietly in the Prairie.
jeff turnage commented at 5/9/2011 11:25:00 AM:
Okay, so, do you get this magical card from a cell-telephone provider or what? Where do you plug it, the USB port? I'm so fed up with AT&T I'd like to hear the alternatives.
shannonbardwell commented at 5/9/2011 3:55:00 PM:
It's Verizon. You are your own "hotspot" go anywhere. $35 month.
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