From Where I Stand Today…

Thank you devoted readers of The New Forty for five years of loyalty.  I want you to know that postings on The New Forty will be intermittent for the remainder of 2014.  This has nothing to do with my health or well-being (well, as long you don’t count stress as a detractor of my health and well-being), rather it is a reality of being engaged in my children’s lives, being one faculty member down at work for an extended time, having an incredibly hectic semester, and engaging in a large service project with my Advanced Business Continuity class (which I am proud to say will provide a valuable contribution to the field of emergency management and the State of North Dakota when it is complete).

I still have plenty to share with New Forty readers, but I simply do not have the time, nor the energy, most nights to do anything other than collapse into my well-worn spot on the couch, chat with my family about their activities that day and watch one of the dozens of television shows accumulating on my DVR.  But I miss blogging and hearing from readers via blog comments, emails, Facebook, and personal comments – I know I cannot be deprived of that gift too long without feeling like I am being robbed of one of my joys.  I just cannot promise daily blogs right now as I move through hectic weeks that seem to all run together.

I invite regular readers who are on Facebook and who haven’t already connected with me there to add me in my regular person persona – Carol Cwiak (tis’ true, my real name is more than Ms. C). 😉 So many New Forty readers have evolved over time into friends and because I am quite transparently who I am, the person you see here is the same person you see on Facebook (except typically in shorter snippets).  I did not start this blog to create distance – I wanted to create proximity.  So please do add me on Facebook if you’d like – I value the connectivity opportunity that Facebook offers for just run-of-the-mill friendship (as opposed to political campaigning, marketing, etc.).  At its best, Facebook is this generation’s iteration of pen pals and who doesn’t love a good pen pal?

Day one thousand five hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

1 Response

  1. tim haering

    Bless your heart. Wear out that couch. I still have the couch our dear yellow Labrador, MIckey, loved. Mickey will always have a spot on that couch. Well worn, 10 years of Labrador love. I can still look over and see him lounging on Little Blue, after another great game of “Go long, Mickey!” at Last Chance Park. Not comparing you to a dear family dog, unless you like the comparison. I just like the idea of a spot on a couch that represents you.

    I guess the time I spent here reading and writing, I will spend on Toontown Rewritten — my favorite virtual pastime. GOod luck with Facebook. But, like Stan Marsh, I don’t want to get dragged into that. I don’t know how it works and I don’t want to spend the time. I have people I follow, but I don’t know how I got them. I am friends with my son, but no idea why I don’t get notification of his postings.

    I found your column at Superior Telegram, and my work takes me there every weekday, so I’ll keep looking there.

    YOu’re doing the right thing. Real life trumps virtual life. For those who wish to be must put aside the alienation, get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying dream. Ciao for nao. Isn’t it good Norwegian wood?

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