Our Inner Toolbox

We seem be an anxiety-ridden society at best. Which is reasonable, what with 24/7 round the clock news ready and waiting for us to access at any moment. We watch television sitcoms where family and relationship problems are solved and tied up in a nice little bow in twenty minutes. Most of us have abandoned the family dinner hour, for grabbing our plates and heading for the sofa to sit in front of our big screens while we argue about who gets to hold the remote control. I can almost guarantee, that this is not what Norman Rockwell had in mind when he was creating his famous paintings of family bliss.

We have cell phones, palm pilots, mass storage MP3 players, microwaves, food processors, robot vacuum cleaners, waterless mops and so much more. All seemingly designed to make our lives less stressful. We have instant coffee, instant breakfast, drive-thrus and drive-ups, yet we can barely make it out door in the morning without our caffeine fix and/or sugar high. Road rage is at an all-time high and obscene finger gestures are now common place. We just have to watch nightly news footage during the holidays, of people willing to maim each other for the last