Soledad's Journal

That is what today was: restful. I originally intended to do the grocery shopping, perhaps even a bit more baking, but when I got up I was completely lethargic. By the time I've made the bed and prepared the bathroom for use, I realized none of those was going to happen. So I put the street clothes I had already laid out away again and decided to be lazy all day. Clearly, I had overdone things in the last two weeks.

So I did - basically nothing all day. Nothing save for the usual Mum duties, for putting the last batch of cookies into their tin boxes, for a tiny bit of writing and making carrot cream soup for lunch. I did have two naps, an extended one for almost two hours and a short one of about half an hour, and now I feel almost human again. The rest of the day was spent with watching crap telly and the usual stupid YouTube videos.

It might seem like a completely wasted day. But it put me onto the map again, and honestly, it felt very, very good.

I've glued together the basic parts of the last 22 Russian dolls. Phew! It was tedious - and so will be the drawing of all those contour lines on both sides of 22x3 bodies! *shudders*

I've translated half a page of the never-ending Sins of the Mothers story.

I've posted the first real chapter of "The Legend Continues" to otherworlds_lib.

I've re-watched the Miss Marple story "A Murder is Announced" from the old Joan Hickson series.

I've watched the German version of TGBBO and got inspired to bake a cake tomorrow.

Why, then, do I feel like a total failure?

I really miss the times when we were still discussing our shared interests online; on the Yahoo mailing lists or here, on LiveJournal. Since I don't truly have people around me in RL who'd share my rather eclectic interests, the internet was the place where I could break out of my isolation.

Those times seem to be over. With a few cherished exceptions, most of my online acquaintances have vanished from the Net. And to find new ones is very hard, now that the younger generations have all wandered off to BookFace, Twitter and other hectic places. I do understand that those places fit the short attention span of today's youth better. Nothing seems to be of endurance in these days; nothing seems to be important enough.

I find it a shame, though, that at least we, older ones don't try to keep in touch. Yes, we all have our lives outside the internet (don't even let me start about the insanity that is my working schedule and how utterly exhausted it leaves me most of the time), but are we really so willing to give up that little fun that used to help us overcome the general greyness of life?

No, this is not an elaborate wink to gain more readers. I'm beyond trying to do that. What I'd like to still do is to discuss things with people. In length. I assume we still read the occasional book or watch the one or other film or TV show. We've met through our shared interests, mostly - is all that really gone?

If yes, then it's a sad, sad thing, IMO.

Three more hours of the year over here, and what could I say about it? It was considerably easier than the previous one had been, what with Mum's illness and all, but the truth is, I count time in school terms, not in calendar years. That's just the way it is.
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I'll post again in three hours' time to welcome 2011. May it be not worse than 2010 was. I'd be deeply content with that, despite the slowly spreading grey zones.