We had a bit of excitement today. A colony of bees decided it would quite like to live in our silver birch tree. More on that story in the next Letter to Steve.
Every so often, I get big pangs of guilt about Facebook. Mainly, that I haven’t been posting there. The rot set in quite a while ago, but has definitely got worse since I retired. It’s my fault, of course.
If you were to go back, say, four years, it would be straightforward. Facebook would be the master, and this the underblog. I’d go for my morning walk, I’d take some photos, mainly of the spinnaker, all the time having a chat on the #Breakfastclub. I’d get home, and do Facebook, commenting on the morning chorus, whether I’d seen anything in the harbour, a quick note on Misty and Rascal (yes, he was still about then), and that would be it.
Then of course, I had that break where I just couldn’t get up in the morning, and it didn’t help that GB3IW had to move, which pretty much closed down the breakfast club. Then retirement came along, mainly in the form of joining u3a, and that really changed my focus.
I’ve just finished preparing a presentation for the next Exploring art group, and I’ve promised to do a presentation to the IGO Archeaology Group on AI (which was almost ready a couple of months ago, so I hopefully only have to do an update). Of course, I’ll report on that here.
I don’t want this blog and Facebook to say the same thing; it’s not that they serve different audiences, I know there is some crossover, but I just get the feeling I can do things differently on both media. Part of the problem is that I haven’t really worked out how Facebook can be different.
I think in a way I have answered the question, haven’t I? Just go back to what I was doing before. All I need to do is get back into the habit.
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