This past weekend, despite sweltering 90-plus degree temperatures, my family (and in-laws) went on our first camping outing of the season.
I did not take my laptop, because a.) the whole point of camping is to detach myself (if only temporarily) from all social networking sites (read: Facebook). And b.) the campground has no WiFi anyway, so the point was moot.
This would also be a good time to mention that in the last two weeks, our family has switched cellular device service. My husband dropped his Blackberry and its Internet, and so, that last bastion of technological connectedness was gone.
And as it turns out, we're bearing the deprivation quite well.
Brent got through several hundred pages of his Stephen King novel, "Under the Dome", and I finished Jeffrey Eugenides's "The Marriage Plot and Debra Ollivier's "Entre Nous: A Woman's Guide to Finding Her Inner French Girl". And when we were outdoors in the crazy heat, we were talking, golfing, walking, eating, or refereeing kids' badminton games.
Now that's what I call face book.