fireside thoughts on immediacy

sitting out by the bonfire this week, this thought occurred to me for some reason as i drifted off to sleep under the stars, "what did my great grandmother do without the ability to tell everyone what she just did?"

imagine what her social networking site would have looked like, "nettie is...putting homemade butter on fresh bread. nettie is...feeding the chickens. nettie is...excited that her sunflowers just bloomed."

i suppose she might have told my great grandfather. maybe a neighbor. or, the bulk of the time , she likely just did wednesday's laundry and kept it to herself.

sometimes sharing is an investment; a joy doubled.
and other times it grows better kept inside; simply done for what it is.