I haven't posted on Petty Gulf Life since Hurricane Florence. Every single thing since then is sitting on the pages of the Facebook. Sorry.
The other day I reinstated my Instagram and Twitter apps. I'm hoping to use the three in a better way. I want to follow some of the people who interest me on Twitter. I don't care anything about Twittering myself.
I want to get the hang of Instagram, too. So far I find its purpose very elusive. And I want to speak in mostly either pictures or those boxes of just a few words on Facebook. I'm writing to about 20 people there. Not a very productive ratio.
Most of my Friends-in-real-life aren't Facebook aficionados. They come on only to share vacations, baptisms, graduations, and so forth. I have family on "See First" as I would hate to miss the news.
Otherwise, the faithful are still arguing politics, looking for lost animals, taking selfies, posting how-to and advice articles, and generally being themselves. I play this game of looking at the posts and guessing to whom it belongs. I have a 95% success rating.
So I'm using this little blurb as an in-between post – or as the Boy Scouts say, I am"Bridging Over." I understand that Google isn't publishing the blogs to former followers and my once "Circle" since the Google + feature is discontinued.
So if you're reading this, put your email address in the slot if you want to follow along that way. Or stream it in by subscribing. If not, I'll seee what kind of audience I can find otherwise. Can't be worse than the slim numbers of Facebook "Likes."
I'm going to attach this article to my Facebook Page but probably not any more than this one. Then once a month or so, I will put the blog address there for your convenience. Love to All.
A southern grandmother recounts experiences and thoughts following her retirement to the Red Hills near Tallahassee, Florida. Who knows what she'll say?
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