Tweets, Comments and Blogs

I have spent the last two weeks preparing for a presentation on my book “Passage to Liverpool.”  Yes, it’s about the Lusitania and a local man who took that fateful voyage..  I’m self-published, you know. Long ago I was told repeatedly (I take rejection well) that my books were too localized.  Somehow I had been led to believe that when the Lusitania sank it was of world-wide interest.

At any rate, I finally got my talk sliced and diced to about 42 minutes.  Generally when I give a presentation it’s over an hour, but most folks don’t like to sit that long, no matter the topic.  And I have several.

The point of this is that my tweets, comments and posts have fallen behind.  Actually, I have to admit that I’m not good at tweeting.  My cell phone is mostly that – a phone.  It’s a Trac Phone and though I supppose I could get online with it, I haven’t.  It’s turned off most of the time anyway and only used when I want to call out  It has lots of minutes on it that will continue to grow with my non-use.

Even on my new computer (Louise, I’ve mentioned her before) I don’t tweet and I’m thinking it’s really because I haven’t mastered this yet.  There’s no certainty that what I’ve just said in 140 words, or whatever, got out,  (You can figure that I probably will say here that I’m barely keeping up with tweeting.)  (Figure that I said it.)

Comments, now that’s something different.  Commenting on someone else’s blog is almost as good as blogging, and several other bloggers are seeing my comments.  It’s amazing how some can post a blog every day. Try as I will there’s not that much I have to say.  Every day I read the Daily Post and think, do I have something to contribute on this subject?  Nah, not yet.  But every one of those ideas is appreciated because I do ponder them, even though I set them aside.  Still , they start me thinking.

I follow several bloggers.  Some are fanciful and clever, some are about history, some are deep and soul-searching, some agonize over writing, some are sweet, some a bit funny…Well, they have quite a range of topics and talents.  Each one is enjoyable in its own way and though I don’t comment on each one, I do read them.

This is not much of a blog, I have to admit.  It does not contain great wisdom, clever repartee, deep insight or incredible history,  It doesn’t express my feelings on the current state of unrest, or political skulduggery or world disasters.  It’s just an excuse for being absent. The dog ate it.  My brother sat on it and tore it.  I left it in my pocket and my mother washed it.  None of these apply.

I was busy elsewhere.  Seems like I can only do one thing at a time.  It’s hard keeping up.


Snow, snow, snow.

old snow

Here’s the thing.  I am not an outdoorsy person.  And I don’t like winter very much.  I neither ski downhill, ice skate nor cross-country ski. Nor do I play volleyball, tennis or badminton.  It’s the same indoors – no basketball, no target practice, no darts or bowling.  The closest I get to participating in a sport is at the ping pong table. But, three or four volleys and I’ve had enough.

It’s not a health issue.  It’s an interest issue.

I would so much rather be reading a good mystery than anything else.  The local branch of my county library is fast running out of books I have not read.  Since I tend to forget titles I created a list of authors and their books that I have read and carry it with me when I visit the library.  On line I check Fantasy Author regularly to see if my favorites are publishing anything soon.  It would be nice if they could write as fast as I can read; if so there would always be a new book ready for my attention.

But wait, I’ve gone astray.  The photo shows the snow that still remains near my driveway.  It’s dirty, pocked and refuses to go away.  The only time snow is beautiful is when it falls the Sunday evening after Thanksgiving then a light fall Christmas Eve and all gone by December 27.  That’s it.  Please note that I’m taking traveling families into consideration with these dates.

But I live in an area where skiing of one kind or another is a major sport.  In the summer these same locations offer golf.  I don’t do that either.

Now, what is this bit of fluff really about?  Deep down it’s the water shortage in California, which is frightening.  My youngest child lives there, all grown up, of course, and I worry about what the future will bring for that state as well as her.  Some of her neighbors have backyard pools.  Will they be able to fill them?  Can she water her plants?  Wash her car?  Hose down the driveway?  Or even wash the spiders off her siding.  Here where I live there is plenty of water.  The rumor recently circulated that we will start shipping our water west.  Wait a minute now, how will that work?  Will there be leaks in the pipes as there are in gas and oil pipes?  Does that mean that beneath those leaky pipes there will be green grass growing despite the drought?  Something to think about!

I learned years ago while traveling in my RV that water is the most important thing needed for a successful camping trip. Not electricity, as I had assumed, but water.  It’s vital, vital.

This global weather change is showing up in many ways.  It’s too cold in the winter and too warm in the summer.  There’s no happy medium and spring is almost none existent here.  Fall is still nice, but how soon will that change too?

I applaud Governor Jerry Brown for taking steps to reduce water usage in his state.  He could go further and probably will do so in the future.  For, without water, what is there?

I only wish we could ship some of this ugly snow west for them.  We would all benefit.  How’s that for keeping up?