I took a disconnect…

Well, well, well…

Practically in the middle of February’s National Blog Posting Month, I took a little disconnect. I turned off the Blog. I turned off the RSS Feeds. I turned off the Twitter. I turned off the Facebook.

I turned off the noise.

I turned off the chatter.

I turned off the intertoobs.

Okay. I took the occasional click through the email. My mama might have wanted my recipe for Cheesy Baked Spaghetti. It could happen.

I love NaBloPoMo. I raced through November posting every day. Every. Day. Them’s the rules, baby! I skipped December and January. December is all family and friends, festive feasting, and January is all my body is a toxic dump… run, baby, run!

But February is just 28 short days of let’s get winter over with. Might as well blog them all. But I learned something about myself in February.

I don’t like blogging every day. I like my weekends blog-free. Free from blogging. Without blog.

So I stopped.

Stepped back.

Walked away.


All you heard was a dial tone.

This is what I did.

I got my hair whacked.

I got my passport renewal photo taken. We’ll talk about that another day, when I can talk about it without risk of an aneurysm.

I spent a fortune on these Parrot Tulips, because I don’t think I’ll be seeing them anytime soon here in my neck of Canadaland.

I read. I read fiction and non-fiction. I read magazines and cereal boxes. I read some urban fantasy, an action-suspense-paranormal combo. I read an erotic romance, some cowboy category, and a couple of comfort reads. I read some stuff on writing and social media, and even started a book on being wrong. I figured that was right up my alley. It’s called Being Wrong: Adventures in the Margin of Error by Kathryn Schulz.

I cooked. I made French Lentil Soup, which I found here at Small Notebook. Run right over and get this recipe. I’ll wait. I might even wait for you to make it. It is that good. It’s in my keeper file. I cooked beans from scratch. I made cornbread and banana bread and oatmeal and pecan cookies. I can’t remember everything I made in the last two weeks, but I cooked.

I thought a lot about the Slow Food movement, and connecting with a local farmer for seasonal produce. I might have been thinking about that a lot when I was shocking myself silly at the grocery store instead of twitterin’ with my twitterverse. Have you seen those prices?

I bought these Converse All Stars, because they begged me to.

I watched movies. I watched some old black & white classics and stuff Mr. G honey wouldn’t be interested in in a million years, like Whip It. I had a whole new imaginary life after watching that movie. I watched Pride & Prejudice for the umpteenth time. The Keira Knightley version. Two words — Matthew Macfadyen.

I drank a little wine. I did a little cardio.

Not at the same time.

It’s not that I don’t do these things now. I just did more of them and less of other stuff. Without noise. Without chatter.

I’m glad I did.

Now, I’m glad I’m back.

I took a little disconnect.

Ever done that?