February 20, 2014
Social media
scares me. I am lucky to have texting capability on my cell phone, let alone
navigating FB, Tweet, play the LinkedIn game, and check my four email address’
“In” boxes. Getting an updated photograph that doesn’t resemble Bob Barker
(sorry Bob, no offense) is a challenge. Writing blogs, newsletters, texts,
emails, and class material is the easy part. The bookkeeping, attachments,
links, posts, ad pop-ups, Google followers, friending, ebook, calendar,
scheduling, project recovery, contracts, accepting new friends, auto replys,
and fetching a hot cup of tea in between, is more than my furry assistant can
handle. Guess I have to raise the stakes.
Keeping my phone
and ipod charged and cleaning the cat litter box is overwhelming at times. I
got my SUV stuck, careening out of the driveway yesterday. Yes, I am freed, at
the moment. Just took a bit of shoveling, language that sent the neighbor kids
home, and some aggressive rocking, to release the tire from the high snow bank.
Guess I should have hacked more at the ice divots in the area between the
sidewalk and street. The Saint
Paul City
plow creates a dugout and I am out of steam, after piling snow up and over my
shoulder height for an hour and a half, only to jab at the built-up ice.
Ken, the neighbor
quite a ways down the block, was out, sprinkling de-ice granules. He said he
had taken a flying leap, landing on his tailbone at the bottom of his wooden
stairs by the garage. The cement doesn’t help, nor does wearing cowboy boots.
“Fashion before practicality!” I cheered.
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