I created this blog to record our RV trips and ;morphed into life in our retirement lane and telling my tales of life. Now my tales of life are on widowhood, my new and probably my last phase of l I have migrated to Facebook where I communicate daily, instantly with family/friends all over. I write here sometimes. COPYWRIGHT NOTICE: All photos, stories, writings on this blog are the property of myself, Patricia Morrison and may not be used, copied, without my permission most often freely given.
Showing posts with label Networked Blogger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Networked Blogger. Show all posts
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Oh woe is me with this blog and Sepia Posts
Blogger is adjusting the unknown with it's codes and that has made a mess for me...so many of us got bothered this weekend by that, even the Sepia Site....but not to fear, if you wandered here from Sepia, scroll below this to my feathered ladies...and if your comment does not get through, that's Blogger too. Some (few) comments are reaching me. I have not been able to access my comments here other than to publish them. There is nothing as fascinating and frustrating as the blog world. It's a good thing when it works and after these years to have a glitch is not too bad, I suppose, but patience and acceptance do not come naturally to me.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Networked Blogger
One reason I started this blog was to share our travels in the RV, motor home, coach; as our travel mode has expanded so has my blogging to writing about antiques that now share our home, or family memories and photos ala Sepia Saturday or whatever flits through my mind to the keyboard when there is time to sit at the 'puter.
Lately there has been little time to write; so busy back and forth to PA, load, unload, phone calls, estate paperwork, attorney calls, realtor calls, fretting, dealing and on and on. But today as it is showering off and on and most of what will go with us this trip to PA is loaded up, I caught up on some Facebook Invites and thanks to Kat Mortenson, I discovered Networked Blogs.
I thought that a good way to spread the word around the cyber space about my words that I share here. I have a dear friend, Sandy, who has so encouraged me to write almost to the point of nagging; well sometimes well past the point of nagging. Sandy has problems with computers, this is nothing new because Sandy has that history from days at work and she is not technologically adroit, more like challenged. For a time I was able to email her my posts but after her recent viral infection Blogger would no longer accept her email, it kept rejecting it as " infected." She had the same type hacking or virus that other friends in CA experienced and to be safe they changed their emails, but not Sandy. She has not changed her email although that's what I advised her to do, instead she believes all is well, or as well as it is ever to be with Sandy at a computer. She also doesn't want to notify all of the whoevers that email her about a change, although most ISP's do so easily using their prompts. But I've already shared that Sandy at a computer is akin to the perils of Pauline. I shuddered when she purchased a Kindle, thinking, in a couple months she will have that thing sideways, but so far so good. Finally I have been able to reenter her email so she gets a direct post, but really that is not the most convenient for me. I so prefer comments right onto the blog. Nevertheless she has been without reading my blog for over a month now.
Which gets me back to why I started this rambling paragraph---after Kat's invites and my very delayed follow through, I am now Networked Blogger. This means my blog posts should begin to pop up onto Facebook, something I have noticed others like Bob Scotney and Kat do.
I have been on Facebook since 2008 when Carlie enticed me with my great reluctance; I thought it was only for college kids. I am long past that. I quickly adapted though and it has been a true link to friends in the hometown and all over, friends from the past with whom there would be no other contact. Now I check in daily and have it linked into my Blackberry so I get updates on what's up with who. When you know people all over the country and world as I do, it is a great way to stay in touch. With a few keystrokes you can converse openly with everyone you know, that is if they are on Facebook. My friend Sandy, not so much, she had some flip flops on Facebook too. Well then we will not even talk about my childhood friend from the hometown 'hood, Kathy Z who prides herself on not using a computer. She is a retired school teacher and claims to not know how to type. We wonder how she did her college term papers? Well but that is another entire story. Then there is Tom, the exception, whom we teased about his dinosaur 'puter who recently replaced the Dino with his new whiz bang that keeps him in touch too and he meets new folks all the time as I have on Facebook.
That's the downside, for people who stagnate, they miss out. It is also a bit annoying to repeat to them individually what everyone already knows by the cyber world, to repeat what is already yesterdays news in life. Such is the challenge in knowing those who allow themselves to fall behind. This is something I truly strive not to ever let happen--my 94 year old MIL is a testament to what happens to those who fall behind, live in the past, their minds let them stay there where they may be comfortable but the world passes them by and they no longer participate. MIL is stuck somewhere in 1930's and has been even though she plodded through life.
Can you believe all this from just getting my Blogger Networked. That's what I mean about words, my words, sometimes they just keep on coming. Life it is movement if nothing else.
Lately there has been little time to write; so busy back and forth to PA, load, unload, phone calls, estate paperwork, attorney calls, realtor calls, fretting, dealing and on and on. But today as it is showering off and on and most of what will go with us this trip to PA is loaded up, I caught up on some Facebook Invites and thanks to Kat Mortenson, I discovered Networked Blogs.
I thought that a good way to spread the word around the cyber space about my words that I share here. I have a dear friend, Sandy, who has so encouraged me to write almost to the point of nagging; well sometimes well past the point of nagging. Sandy has problems with computers, this is nothing new because Sandy has that history from days at work and she is not technologically adroit, more like challenged. For a time I was able to email her my posts but after her recent viral infection Blogger would no longer accept her email, it kept rejecting it as " infected." She had the same type hacking or virus that other friends in CA experienced and to be safe they changed their emails, but not Sandy. She has not changed her email although that's what I advised her to do, instead she believes all is well, or as well as it is ever to be with Sandy at a computer. She also doesn't want to notify all of the whoevers that email her about a change, although most ISP's do so easily using their prompts. But I've already shared that Sandy at a computer is akin to the perils of Pauline. I shuddered when she purchased a Kindle, thinking, in a couple months she will have that thing sideways, but so far so good. Finally I have been able to reenter her email so she gets a direct post, but really that is not the most convenient for me. I so prefer comments right onto the blog. Nevertheless she has been without reading my blog for over a month now.
Which gets me back to why I started this rambling paragraph---after Kat's invites and my very delayed follow through, I am now Networked Blogger. This means my blog posts should begin to pop up onto Facebook, something I have noticed others like Bob Scotney and Kat do.
I have been on Facebook since 2008 when Carlie enticed me with my great reluctance; I thought it was only for college kids. I am long past that. I quickly adapted though and it has been a true link to friends in the hometown and all over, friends from the past with whom there would be no other contact. Now I check in daily and have it linked into my Blackberry so I get updates on what's up with who. When you know people all over the country and world as I do, it is a great way to stay in touch. With a few keystrokes you can converse openly with everyone you know, that is if they are on Facebook. My friend Sandy, not so much, she had some flip flops on Facebook too. Well then we will not even talk about my childhood friend from the hometown 'hood, Kathy Z who prides herself on not using a computer. She is a retired school teacher and claims to not know how to type. We wonder how she did her college term papers? Well but that is another entire story. Then there is Tom, the exception, whom we teased about his dinosaur 'puter who recently replaced the Dino with his new whiz bang that keeps him in touch too and he meets new folks all the time as I have on Facebook.
That's the downside, for people who stagnate, they miss out. It is also a bit annoying to repeat to them individually what everyone already knows by the cyber world, to repeat what is already yesterdays news in life. Such is the challenge in knowing those who allow themselves to fall behind. This is something I truly strive not to ever let happen--my 94 year old MIL is a testament to what happens to those who fall behind, live in the past, their minds let them stay there where they may be comfortable but the world passes them by and they no longer participate. MIL is stuck somewhere in 1930's and has been even though she plodded through life.
Can you believe all this from just getting my Blogger Networked. That's what I mean about words, my words, sometimes they just keep on coming. Life it is movement if nothing else.
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