When I first began publishing on wordpress, there was freedom. I would write my post and it would be publicized on a page, that I could look at right away. And when I looked at mine I would browse other blogs. It was fun. Now, as a reader, I’m funneled to pages of blogs that wordpress wants me to read.
Cyber wants to control our lives with the use of algorithms. But me, being me, I can find a way around that. I don’t need wordpress choosing for me.
Who do you think you are, my Mama?
I am a child of the sixties. I have memories.
I was getting on the school bus, when I found out Kennedy had been shot. I was climbing those three, tall steps, covered with black, rubber matt, when Miss Brubaker, the driver, was telling us about it. It was discomforting. I watched her from my green, vinyl seat, trying to comprehend the meaning of it all. The air seemed clear and the sun was shining.
I was told by my teacher, that I must watch the funeral. It was history. Read more…
Your childhood seemed an endless nightmare./ You learned to surf and ride a horse. Ring the Bell
You encountered Ann Noreen, a nun with a mental problems./ You received a far better than average education. Ring the Bell
You married too young; into a tumultuous relationship./ You have a beautiful daughter. Ring the Bell Read more…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
Christmas Sunset ~ Playa Potrero
Four of us ventured out to the beach, three carrying rod and reel, one a swimmer. All day, I had waited for this. First, we deposited our shoes at the hotel, fence corner. You must always wear shoes that are so ugly and cheap, no one will steal them. Then we began walking and casting. We were passed by a group of tico youths, chasing the birds and a large school of fish below them. They were laughing and tossing their lures. One fish was caught, as they continued to run. Read more…
They said to Him, “We have here only five loaves and two fish.” And He said, “Bring them here to Me.” Ordering the people to sit down on the grass, He took the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up toward heaven, He blessed the food, and breaking the loaves He gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds.
and they all ate and were satisfied. They picked up what was left over of the broken pieces, twelve full baskets. There were about five thousand men who ate, besides women and children.
I believe in Miracles ~ Expect One
I’ve recently arrived home from a short road trip.
In Costa Rica, it’s best to be prepared for the unexpected. On the second leg of my journey; the first being a trip to Parrita, I found myself spending the night, at a favorite haunt. An old style Tico palapa, right on the beach. It’s a gathering place for turtle lovers. We share meals there and swap stories. Read more…