Life in the Last Lane

I know that we all live in a fast-paced world of social media and smart phones. Most social interaction is handled electronically these days.

What I find interesting is that my Goodreads giveaway book winners have thanked me for the handwritten note inside their signed book…which tells me that, in some way, people want to capture more than text messages. People still want to connect with real people in a real way… without electronics.

On my end, I’ve found life in the last lane to be a pretty cool ride.

I wake up at 5:30 a.m. and write on my sequel until day breaks. At that point, I let my two Chinese geese out of their pen and walk them to the stream. Chinese geese are the most vocal of all geese varieties. They are extraordinarily social animals. My entire neighborhood awakens to their “song”.

Next steps…the rabbits…which are ready for release. There are two. Dingir and Q-Tip. Personality-wise, they are night and day. Dingir is intuitive, sensitive, extremely out-going, expressive and intelligent. She comes when called and is more than happy to “go to hutch” when commanded. Q-tip, her sister, thumps out plenty of attitude. In human form, this bunny would manifest all manner of piercings, tattoos, and safety-pin facial art. Rebel and then some! If I say “hutch” she scatters like the wind and makes me chase and catch her.

Then come the parakeets. Two. Food and water. Lots of tschy-tschy-tschy happy-to-greet-the-dawn songs played between saliva and teeth.

Then comes my most beloved feral cat. Not that he’s last. Truth be told, he came first. I adopted this beaten, brutalized animal so long ago that he feels entitled to all manner of privileges and I am only happy to accommodate.

It took me six months to earn his trust. Six months before I could touch him. It took three YEARS and a blizzard with 6 feet of snow to get him to come inside my home for the first time. Now, we’re best buds…but if I run or walk too fast near him he hunkers down in fear. Still. He will never outgrow his terror of “feet”.

All of them slow me down. And slow is good.

More than anything, these wonderful little critters make me realize the importance of real-life connections. They ground me and make me a better, more caring person for the people in my life. They don’t live in my i-phone. They live in my arms… as do my family and friends.

Technology is great for very many things, but can it replace that human touch?


2 Responses to “Life in the Last Lane”

  1. Sageturtle says:

    What I find a shame are the Christmas newsletters that are emailed. I understand that it is more economical etc…but it somehow misses the point. It cannot replace that most human of touches.

    • Lisa Airey says:

      I know what you mean! There is something special about receiving a card in the mail. Someone took the time to purchase that card, sign it, include a note, then address and stamp the envelope. There’s a “mindfulness” there that transcends the e-card or e-newsletter. I am so appreciative when I receive a note as a real piece of mail. It’s one of life’s little pleasures and a beautiful way to connect with people.

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