If you find yourself loosing too much time reading what some woman or man across the planet cooked, how she felt or what she dressed that day – you are sure not alone.
If you need a way to get rid of that time-wasting habit, but you really need to know how is Pioneer Woman doing today, or someone else – you are not alone too.
As far as I know more than few families would benefit from mommies decision to just close those windows… and cook something ordinary.
So, let’s find out why is this happening and what to do with it.
When my parents were in charge, and I was only a kid dreaming about house-with-buttons-that-do-everything, there was no Internet, no great cars with computers that are negotiating with you all the time about what to do and where to go right and where to go left, click-clack this and that for kids that enables parents to go around with baby chair in a pocket and baby stroller that flies into Universe with only one click. People used to work and than spend time in home – but not locked with computer alone – people used to hang around with neighbours.
Can you imagine that!!! I must be quite old! I lived in ancient, unimaginable times!
So, these neighbours! They were real people, and you almost could not choose them, you get them, you have to live with them. No grouping and choosing or allowing commenting based on similar style or interest, or just banning certain persons with different ideas of life. You used to meet and have a relationship with people of all kinds. We used to walk much more, and meet them so much more, and for some reasons, they were coming to our home, drinking our coffee, juice, playing with our cards or just talking to us. So did we, in their real homes.
So, we had real drama every day, and whole set of vivid characters that I can compare to Fellini’s Amarcord. In normal, small city middle-class neighbourhood. Some people were raving mad, some were great, many were weird, some were distant. Some had great style, other didn’t. There was that lovely lady with proper voice and kind questions, and there was that histrionic ex-prostitute dressed in bold colours with husband that just died, retired bank clerk, so nice and polite, but all she talked about was how she is wanting to finally die, and death is just not ready for her. I was like 8 years old and I was conversing with all of them on topic of interest either for them or for me.
About wish to die, about how-are-your-parents-say-hello, about agonizing pain of histrionics’s lady’s husband, and when I was like 7 years old in local shop women were discussing in detail should a woman scream while giving a birth or not (if you feel like it, just scream, said one to young pregnant woman and me, and than sold me a chocolate and no one called social service for molesting me or something).
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