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As the title of my blog may suggest, I am, at heart, a low tech girl in a high tech world. Although my blackberry and laptop computer may argue to the contrary, I have a love/hate relationship with technology. As long as it works, I love it. As soon as it breaks (as it does all too often) I hate it.

But as soon as I made the decision to work from home, it became somewhat more necessary for me to make forays into the depths of technology than I ever wanted to. A bottomless cave it is, as I am beginning to discover. I grudgingly started a Twitter account, and began to look at Facebook as something other than a way to get my virtual farming kicks out.

It has been a time consuming process but luckily, one that has not been too painful. I am beginning to enjoy the ease of electronic money transfers, although I will admit it mystifies me a bit. If I am paid online, transfer my money online and pay bills electronically, did the money even exist? Sadly, it disappeared so quickly one might argue it did not. But that is another topic for another day.

What has been even more interesting than trying to wrap my brain around all of this social networking, has been trying to explain it to my husband. He is also a technophobe of the highest degree and shudders sadly when I mention the idea of new cell phones, or a new laptop. He has been incredibly supportive of my idea to drop out of productive society and try to live my dream, although happily my dream has turned out to be quite productive on its own. He just doesn't understand why we spend so much time talking to each other over the internet and such a small amount of time talking to each other face to face.

And to be honest, I wonder that too.

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