Maebius Musing

Related as a followup to this post right here.

I had planned to go a full 2 weeks with only checking online for work-related emails, and friend-related messages.  No other blogsurfing, no online gaming, nothing beyond quick scans and email replies to my close real-life contacts (who mostly also read this blog).

I broke my intarweb exile a two days early, mostly because I actually stopped looking at all my blogs and felt a pretty solid down-shift from the stress of “gotta check my email, gotta check my blogfeed, gotta check something else.  ZOMG I’m bored, lets surf the web for random shit“.

Honestly, I’ve read about “those people” and realized I’d started to become one.   Before leaving work, refresh feed reader after JUST refreshing it 2 minutes ago, froth at mouth, rinse, repeat….  Life is NOT that important to stay glued to my monitor, and I’m glad I did it.

I took a solid week and a half off from world of Warcraft and actually miss it, or, certain parts of it.   I found I missed the social aspect, chatting with some hilarious officers in my guild, being particularly punny with my Troll Nookni, and making bags free for the new alts we have in the guild.    That’s a huge reason I only recently hit max level on only one character after 3 years. I don’t play to kill things and quest. I play to network and RP after work.
What I did NOT miss was some other officers bailing because “Their Healer” was offline for over week and thus they wanted a better chance at seeing bosses die in instances.   Not a slam against them really, but I wish them well in their new home.  Dudes, just say you were looking around for progression, don’t just “Screw this I’m outa here!” in the middle of the week, M’Kay?  I won’t miss them much if they were truly relying on my character to make their gameplay fun.  That’s a good lesson from disconnecting….Perspective!

I also enjoyed a bit more time at home, just doing stuff with the family.   We went camping at Watkin’s Glen (beautiful!!), we gardened a bit, and I helped the sprog play LEGO Indiana Jones on PS2, or random imagination-games in his room.  I didn’t feel really rushed to bedtime, like I sometimes was.  I’ll admit, some nights if work was stressful, I jsut wanted to come home, put kid to bed and play online, not just WoW but random blogg-feeding.  It surprised me the selfishness that implied, and I’m glad for the escape from that escapism this week.

So, for now, I’m limiteing my online time to work for blog-reading, and two hours at night for home-computer.  If It’s Warcraft, that’s cool.  If I want to fiddle with other stuff like this cool online hand-drum lesson site?  Thats’ cool too.

The main lesson I took away from this experiement is I was overstretching my attention.  Started to feel crushed by “I didn’t read XYZ yet tonight?!?!”

and more importantly…..32 days until Starwood!

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As a bit of an experiment, I plan on taking an entire week off from the Intarwebs.

I’ve noticed my blog feed-reader has grown quite sizable, and it takes me a good 2 hours to scan through all the juicy things I’d like to read each monday.  More if I actually start commenting on things, which I tend to do if work allows.  Fark, Digg, Goggle Reader, Warcraft forums.  Too much time invested.

I’ve also been playing World of Warcraft a lot lately, and am about 2 hours away from DINGing the max level on my priest Kanandi.  This is huge to me, as whilke I’ve played casualy for years, I never made it to max level, while others in my guild have gotten one, sometimes, two characters within reach of lvl 70 in the past couple months.

Yet, the internet is not life.  It is a virtual life.   I need to take a breath and enjoy the real one a bit more.

So, I have set myself some rules.  This is not a complete and total disconnecting, since my employment requires I be online a lot.   Some of our sales reps use my gmail account to communicate with remote offices.  I also want to maintain contact with my friends Wren, Nettle, and Varwolf.  Friends fall under the “Real Life” clause after all. 

The rules:  Starting this Thursday, I will unplug from the majority of my online life, for a period of approximately two weeks, or the Full moon.  Permission hereby granted to extend this timeline as required.

I will limit my email correspondence to work-related activities, and members of the Zen-porch gang (varulv included).

I will limit my own Blog reading to Nettle’s Blog and Kwitchery.

I will not play World of Warcraft, with the exception of logging into my guild leader character once a week, for a MAXIMUM of one hour, in order to resolve any administrative banking stuff.  Grinding XP, gathering loot, and killing pixallated monsters are taboo for this time period.  That character will be stationed in the capital city near the mailbox, ONLY. (this I count as work-related because it is helpful to others in the guild and decidedly the least “fun” I have in the game.)

The time I generally spend playing online at night will be dedicated to either sitting outside (weather permitting) and meditating,  or sitting inside meditating on topics.   I have gotten too far out of the habit of quiet time that is not distracted by electronics.  Personal intervention is required if I want to be in shape for a planned ritual at Starwood.

….that’s it for now.  This blog will be fairly inactive for the next few weeks or month.  You’ve been warned.  Wish me luck.

/|\  Maebius

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We had some wonderful friends of ours stop up to visit recently, and have scheduled out some camping trips, and a Starwood Vacation this summer. He’s an engineer, she is an awesome “The Body Shop” saleswoman. (I love their Satsuma line). They have a 2yr old son, and watching their style of parenting gave me a good pondering for my own…

(The below is not meant to challenge or downplay the discussed strategies in parenting, merely highlight some differences to my own method, and ponder in an intelligent manner. I welcome debate. Please leave egos at the door, ye sibling/friend reading this!)

It’s interesting to see how different folks bring up their children, and if looked at in an unbiased manner, allows me to change our own thoughts and techniques. Parenting is an evolving art, and no amount of books can prepare you for the squiggly details of day-to-day parenting. It’s fun, it’s frustrating, but it’s entirely awesome to go through.

One big thing we do with our son is allow him to sleep in our room, and even our bed, whenever he wants. Granted, I’ve often lost sleep from from blunt-foot trauma to my nether-regions, fought the sleepy cover-theft-tango, and such, but we enjoy nestling in at night with a story and seeing a little face yawn and close his eyes right by the crook of his arm. We also are pretty well entrenched in the “mom or dad goes to bed with him” routine. If we are watching a movie, or playing outside, weekend bedtimes tend to stretch a bit later than “officially recommended”, but we sleep in the next day.

We’ve maintained that when he gets older, and school starts up full-time, there will be a period of weaning from this system, as he will need to get up before our current schedules allow for. I fully expect a week of hell when bedtime shifts closer to 7pm and it’s “Still light outside!”. I’m prepared to sleep in his room on the floor. However, even now, there are days when our little one actually requests to go in his bed. (This usually lasts until the midnight pee-time, whereupoin he’s back in our bed, but that’s easy enough to redirect when we bring him up to lay down again).

I see the Pro of the [perceived] mainstream method of “kid in own room, at own bedtime, good night now, shut door.” It gives the kid a set routine, which is important. It allows parental quiet-time in the evenings to work, chat, or whatever. In some part of my brain, I’d rather like that, but our current schedule with the wife waking at 5:30 is one factor our basic “mom and kid go sleep in bed now”. Yours truly then gets to stay up a bit later and play on the computer, or dry dishes, in peace.

It’s an interesting balancing act, between structure and coddling. There are many other things we do which seem odd and even “wrong” to some folks I know. We play video games for an hour if he’s been good at school. Some say games are just setting him up to be a TV/gamer junkie when he’s older. Yet we do limit the time. What weekend visitors do not see is the mid-week fuss when he wants to play and we enforce the ‘No’. I’m a huge proponent of outside time, whether we work in the garden (which bores him to tears), or run around with a bat playing the current favorite-of-the-week “pretend”.

Yesterday, we walked the entire fence line, just my son and I, at his lead, pretending we were “adventuring dragons”. My legs were not up for it, and there was plenty to do back home, but it was “Daddy hour” so I hiked through tall grasses and dodged ubiquitous thorn clusters. We found such geographic realms as (A)Reed Forest (near the pond), (B)Buttercup Field, (C)Spyro Flower Hill (so named because of unidentified purple flowers), (D)Thorn Path, and (E)Cow Skull Treehouse, and finally (F)Tree Slide Hill. This was a ton of fun, and something we encourage, though a family member expressed concern with encouraging him to wander so far away from the house.

There are many other examples I could toss out, such as snacking throughout the day, eating something different for dinner (Not that we allow just anything for dinner if he doesn’t like what we have, he just gets bigger servings of sides), and such. Yet it all comes down to one point.

Structure vs Freedom.

There are many points along the bell curve, and I’m finding we fall distinctly on one foothill slope. Are we too far down one side? Perhaps. But I’ll hold my tongue and accept that there are many, many other points along the curve. Life is nothing if not diverse. I like how we live, and will support our son, even if he grows to become the complete opposite of us.
…and if you are at all interested in “The Dragon Adventure”, I’ve created a map using Google Earth. Labels are described above.

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It’s not often I find myself navel-gazing too closely when doing meditations. (see mirror-phobia)

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Not much to report on, regarding deep philosophical musings, since lately we have been busy cleaning up around the yard, getting fences fixed, gardens tilled, and such. (Yes, I’ve said that the past three blog updates, but it’s a long drawn out process since we only have about an hour from when I get home from work, eat, and then need to put the young one to bed)

In relation to food, this article is related to this grocery-themed posting…for better or worse muses later.

Also, I took this new moon time to reflect on organization of the blog (and thus spent a good 2 hours re-catagorizing things and cleaning up some typos and database entries that were redundant). Spring cleaning, virtual, physical, and spiritual! Triune clean!
/poses like Link gaining a fragment of Tri-force…
However, I did have a little outdoor meditation, where I tried to re-attune to our land, get a sense of what needed fixed up, cleared, built, or otherwise mindfully noticed around the property. Mostly, in relation to the more permanent labyrinth that is being constructed in the side yard (initial image seen from space here, taken a few years ago.

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((pictures to come once camera USB is unearthed)) One picture and movie uploaded…

Nothing too deep this month, at least that could be put into words easily. Suffice it to say this was one wonderful set of days.

This weekend, and this entire last week, was the sort of gorgeous summery weather that idyllic paradises are made from. A sunny, slightly breezy 75f by day, and just-chilly-enough-for-blanket-with-windows-open by night. Absolutely divine.

We had conscripted “The teens” over the weekend, and managed to get some seriously labor-intensive projects cleared up around the property. Yards raked, trash cleaned from fences, and the sort of general spring-cleaning required once the snows vanish and the weeds are low enough to see the accumulated gunk. Most impressively, some random piles of rusty metal and the ancient barbed-wire that had been taking up space for the last few years was dug up, hauled into view, or snipped into managable chunks and ready for the scrap-collector to pick up sometime this week. With these chores done, sections of yard and the lower walls of some outbuildings are now reclaimed for grass, glowers, and general aesthetic improvement! Go Team Everthorn!

Of course, no yard cleanup can be complete without a proper bonfire to dispose of the myriad twigs, branched, and (in our case) rotten and winter-felled tree trunks. (insert movie here).

The teen from a prior post has gotten noticably less angsty, though still seems to harbor some pretty deep anger issues. However, discussions were mentioned in passing, re-spoken casually around other conversations, and eventually were rewarded with a similarly curt-yet-sincere acknowledgement that he heard and understood my concerns. (a more direct statement resulted in a reflexive ‘wall’ being tossed up and sulking derailment of topics. The less direct yet periodic reminders seemed more effective. Typical teen boy-speak, that I remember all too well and used to my advantage. *wink*

All in all, the bonfire and related chilling out watching embers and random chatter did wonders for my own spirit. The full moon rose yellow and mist-covered, the talk turned to esoteric musings, (and the grudgingly acceptance-reply from teen) and was a great way to ease into evening, even as our bones started to stiffen up from the unusually laborious work that day.

Sunday morning, the fire still smoldered, the last scraps of wood and leaves were heaped up and re-ignited themselves, and we all relaxed and enjoyed the new improved scenery.

And, ye reader of my Blog, lest you fear I not explain the Hops part of this topic, when we cleaned up around the gardens, I discovered under the leaves my hops vine was already pushing up and was already about 6-7 inches long, fully prickled and sprouting tiny green leaves across the dirt. I adjusted the vine to reach the twine guideline, and it seemed to grow another inch by Monday morning. Fresh beer here we come!!

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