Even though I am retired, I retain my professional interest in maps and the data that go into them.
I find that reading and participating in conversations on Mb have lead me to adjust my whole approach to social media. It has nothing to do with the blue bird. I closed that door a while ago.
Farm animals out for a graze.
On these unusually cold November mornings I have to break up the ice on the chickens' water bucket. (Although I see that they didn’t wait around for me.)
Something I’ve noticed about my use of MB. I check the Timeline, read some of the conversations, participate if I have something to say. Then I look at Discovery. If there’s not much that’s new I know it is time to put down the iPad and do something else. No doomscrolling here.
Every morning I repeat the same farm chores, but I also take notice of the beauty of the early morning.
I think I can walk into any room in our house and find a novel I haven’t finished.
This mystery tire showed up at our place several years ago. I assumed it belonged to our son-in-law, who was storing some things at our place as they moved to a new house. When I recently asked if he wanted it back, he said it wasn’t his.
We use lots of rain barrels for watering the gardens on our farm.
As we were waiting at the pharmacy for our fifth covid shot, I told my wife that a mobile immunization service could make a good franchise opportunity.
I admit to being an anglophile, and I’ve always liked hearing the British pronunciation of aluminium.
My pondering over my mbnov post for leave has me thinking that English would make more sense if the plural for leaf was leafs instead of leaves.
Although I tried to adjust my technique, I still haven’t found the best method for extracting walnuts from their shells.
It is important to remember when looking at maps of election results for the US that land doesn’t vote, people do.
My suspicion is that by the end of the day I will be following 20 more Micro.bloggers.
The display of avian gluttony at our bird feeders is impressive.
A cup of hot Irish breakfast tea will minister to my sense of well-being.
It is a beautiful morning for a stroll across the Palouse prairie in southeastern Washington state.
I’m certain that I have never spent this much effort trying to use a particular word in a post.
I’m certain I could be more productive, but I’m going to have another cup of coffee and read through the MB Discovery feed.