Gratuitous Web Presence

Thank you, Threads algorithm, for this juxtaposition on my timeline.

My kid is a teenager and we still hide eggs in the yard for her to hunt. This year, she brought our leashed cat to help. Happy Easter to all who celebrate.

Not a fan of the Giants. #Caturday #MLB

Revamping my Insta account. Archiving family pix, keeping baking and pet photos, devoting any further posts to artwork (and baking and pets). Might change the account name/info if allowed. Might even make it public.

For me, IG has become a largely utilitarian site where I access content related to my creative and self-care interests; the account might as well reflect that.

It’s my kid’s Birthday Week (her actual birthday was Monday), as well as MLB Opening Week. For these reasons, I’m glad for this week.

Otherwise, I’m just not feeling the holiness.

I hope this doesn’t jinx things for my team.

Good to see this fediverse thing catching on over at Threads. Find me there if you feel like it at @garciabuxton@threads.net … I tend to be chattier there these days.

I flinch at posts that complain about engagement, but connections seem to be pretty minimal lately at my end of Threads. It’s probably me pulling back on commenting and responding as much; I just don’t have the energy to respond to what sometimes can feel like a 24/7 cocktail party.

Social media, like this blog, is mostly me shouting into the void, and I generally prefer it that way. But when the crickets seem loudest is when I feel like I need that interactivity the most.

It’s the North American pretzel cat. Impressed she could ball herself up like that.

My daughter turns 16 today. Had a hard time getting out of bed b/c a grief wave hit me; my sister would have sent her a ton of emojis and celebratory all-caps texts by now.

E came over for 2 weeks after F was born to do all the things a grandma would have done after a grandchild is born. (Our mom was growing frail by then and, we learned later, in the early stages of dementia.) E adored her niece.

I hate when the grief waves hit like this.

When I don’t have to teach straight out of the textbook, CCD can be fun, especially when prizes are involved. Then again, you get a vision of the kids who are headed for a life of gambling addiction. 😐

Heard Nirvana’s cover of “The Man Who Sold the World” while driving this afternoon. Hearing it again on the coffeehouse’s stereo just now. Somewhere, Kurt Cobain (or David Bowie) is trying to tell me something.

Nine years ago today: This could explain where I’ve ended up spiritually for Lent this year.

My blog presence for the next 6 months or so probably will be 80% baseball and 20% work procrastination—although there’s a giant Venn diagram overlap between the two.

Life goal: Start each day just like this.