get back

I seem to be using Instagram a lot.  But I take the oddest pictures.  The latest one was of a Publix doughnut with a bunny ring in the center, but the picture, itself, was off-centered.  I guess Instagram makes everyone think they're an artist, including me.  Although, once upon a time, I was a pretty good one.

When the October dam burst, I tried to sign off of all social media... I've gotten back on to most, but my Twitter account has disappeared.  This is a bummer, as I had some great things to say and had saved some great tweets from others.  But, I recognize that it's a sight where we follow celebrities and we're all twits, trying to update people on our thoughts and food choices every 20 minutes.  I suppose I have no use for it, so it wasn't that much of a loss.  I'm just sure that I'd saved some good John Cleese tweets to the twats on Twitter.

It's Easter tomorrow.  No holidays feel like holidays anymore.  I need the changing of the seasons and my family.  Perhaps it's just part of growing up, but all I do is work and I don't even have a groundhog to look at out the window... 

I hope to see my "home among the hills" in the coming month... On the 26th, I'll be Jesus's mortal age.  I think of this as tomorrow is Easter and I'm not in a one-room church by a river at Hall... but, this year, neither is Uncle Ed.  RIP.  I need to get back to where I once belonged.