There's no Internet access in this painted houses village near Ayorou, though that's not where I'm headed
It has a big screen because I use it for photography. And for watching family movies (The DVD player hooked up to the television we found in a rainstorm on the side of the road is such an unwieldy contraption that we rarely take it out of the closet these days.)
I heart my laptop.
But my back and shoulders do not.
So I’m leaving it home as I head out of town. The baby’s coming with me. So is my new iPod, which I bought for its amazing audio and video capacities.
But no computer.
This whole trip seems overwhelming. Maybe because it’s pitch black outside and I haven’t packed yet? Or because the baby has major stranger anxiety but she’ll be staying with relatives she’s never met while I shadow a doctor at at Mount Auburn Hospital in Cambridge and consult T. Berry Brazelton’s papers at Harvard? Or because the high in Boston has been all of sixteen degrees this past week?
Though I’m nervous about it all, I am looking forward to everything I’ll be doing on this trip. I can access the internet on the small screen of the iPod but I won’t be spending very much time in cyberspace.
For some reason that makes me nervous too.
Still, I’m looking forward to a week—instead of just Shabbat—unplugged.
