Lilley of the field

So I gave up social media for a week to begin my summer. Well, yes I am posting on my blog and realizing that is social media technically, but what I really meant was Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest. My fingers fly on autopilot when I have even 15 spare minutes. Gmail.com to facebook.com to pinterest.com. Close that and tap the Instragram app. Muscle memory is amazingly strong. Do something over and over and it becomes a habit, you don't even need to think about it. Let your fingers run over those ebony piano keys for several years and those chords and scales will become like breathing. I remember laying my fingers on a keyboard in middle school computer lab and painfully practicing touch typing. aaa sss ddd fff. And now, I barely think about where the letters are on a keyboard until I stumble upon a word that is uncommon and long. And somehow now when I have 15 spare minutes I fly through those website and apps without even thinking that I may be able to do something more p...

Anyone noticing how I'm writing much more? Probably only my mom, dad, and Nana- thanks faithful readers. I know you all are enjoying my increase of time here. - - - - - - Her pepper and salt hair framed her face nicely and her modern, square-rimmed glasses pulled it all together. She sat in the corner of the booth, her husband next to her and her twenty- something son sitting diagonally from her, his leather jacket hung on the back of his chair. Her son and husband were on their smartphones- heads down, pausing occasionally for a sip of good coffee. She quietly looked around the restaurant, at her napkin, at her family sitting at the table with her. The classic American family of 4 sat the booth to my right. The mom and dad positioned across from each other with their elementary aged children huddled together around a tablet next to their dad- his own eyes on his smartphone. The light of their tablets lighting up their faces under the soft light of the hanging pendant lamp ab...