I’m getting on a first-name basis with the bumblebees who hover over my garden bed and gorge on pollen. They know me now; they don’t move when they see me or bother me.
I don’t bother them either; we have a good working relationship. I love watching them get drunk on pollen.
They don’t even blink with the camera when I get close to them.
A big week on hand for me. Wednesday, at 10 a.m. Eastern Time, my weekly Zoom Meeting, “Let’s Talk.” People can sign up using the hyperlink below. I’ll start admitting people at 9:50, and I love the meetings we’ve had so far and am looking forward to this one.
Join Zoom Meeting
https://us06web.zoom.us/j/87822862552?pwd=V2U0SnNyejFJZlNNazZ1d3RLVUFSQT09
Meeting ID: 878 2286 2552
Passcode: 712821
The meeting ID and passcode are there if you need them. The goal is to bring face-to-face conversations into the blogging world. I want to talk to people, see their faces and listen.
I think a lot of my blog readers feel the same way. Take a look if you can. I lock down the meeting around 10:10 and won’t let it get too large. The meetings are private, not recorded or shared. This is a safe zone, with no argument or fighting.
Also, this week, my daughter and granddaughter are visiting for the first time since the pandemic. I’m very much looking forward to it. They’re coming into Albany by train Saturday, we’ll pick them up there, and Maria is loaning her car to Maria; she and Robin are staying at a nearby Airbnb. Other than apple picking, we’re open to just about anything. I bought a robot to put together with Robin, and Maria has invited her to help with farm chores and feeding the animals.
Robin loves dogs; she should be very happy here.
I’m also taking my first ukulele lesson on Thursday with Bob Warren, a well-known songwriter, composer, and music teacher. He lives nearby, and I’m going to his house for my first lesson. I’m looking forward to it, but the only musical skill I’ve developed in my life is listening to other people sing. We’ll see; I’d love to play the ukelele at our bonfires and serenade Maria in the pasture (the donkeys too.)
A lot of good stuff happening.
That’s it for tonight. Killian, the 11th grader at Bishop Gibbons that I’m mentoring, sent me the first six pages of his new horror short story. I’ve got to read it and am looking forward it. See you tomorrow.