I have been too busy to write. Or think about writing.
About forty people attended my father's memorial gathering and it went really well. I went in with feelings similar to when I've delivered training and hadn't had time to learn the material. But my extemporaneous public speaking skilz stayed with me, and others rose to spoke, and the slideshow I made was well-received, and we sent him off well.
Deserves a full post, but.
Now maybe I can manage to clear these piles of Dad's stuff out of my living room.
It is almost axiomatic that a free day with an opportunity to go somewhere and take pictures, as yesterday, will have really bad light for photography.
Addictive Facebook is increasingly annoying, as I tire, at some fundamental level, of the angry political distortions, the uninteresting personal stories, the whining (one very strong-willed person, i.e. opinionated, tends also to whine the loudest and clearly has no self-awareness), the general pointlessness of it all. Those of you who stayed away are better off.
The one thing it's good for is communal event scheduling. That's how my Burn community uses it. I might shift over to a fake persona and use it only for that.
Not very terse. Well.
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I'm glad your father's memorial went well. That must feel like a burden lifted somewhat.
I haven't been writing either, not sure if I will anytime soon. Other things are more interesting lately and I'm just not that motivated.
FB still appeals to me, though I don't get into the political -- I hit and run. Post a link, blurt a thought, and let others duke it out. I jabber plenty in a closed group though, where there are a bunch of supportive women who speak their minds yet don't act like shits to each other. It's very cool.
I'm also glad to hear your father's memorial went well. We haven't done one yet for Lee's father so it is still hanging in the air. But, as they say, everything in its own time. Anyway, glad to hear you're out and about again. There are many photos waiting to be taken.
I third the sentiment about your dad's memorial.
Facebook, meh. I haven't missed it since I deleted my account probably a year ago now. Just another time suck in a world in which I'm already way too easily distracted.
Friend of mine says it's totally unfair to me that I have to go through every single object he left behind and decide what to do with it, and she might be right, but there's no changing it. So I've a pile of boxes and haven't made time yet to see what's in 'em. (I packed 'em, but I forget.) Instead, first off I'm going through stacks of framed prints and things, deciding which to throw away and re-use the frame, which are just weird and are in frames too cheap to use anyway, and which to sort of keep until next time. Then I'll go through the boxes. Then I'll go through two 6' x 10' by 12' storage units packed to the ceiling with God knows what. Then I'll build a second Lurveseat. Oh, and spend two weekends out of three out of town. Obviously I'm bored.
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