lost my morning idea, then found it and the rest of Sunday | #sol21 Day 28

 What was I thinking about this morning anyway? Serves me right for not starting when it was fresh in my still morning fresh mind, not yet pushed out of the way by competing distractions. According to notes in my daily 750 Words log, media was on my mind:

alt & mainstream media, filter bubbles, confirmation bias -- run with it for today's slice and share selected items on Facebook

That led to link bundles titled "Media spaces: filter bubbles, echo chambers and confirmation bias" and "Information & Misinformation in the Time of Covid."  Then came a few Facebook posts.

Another longish post emerged out of another link shared from the morning idea bundles but I can't find it now. 

In between media stuff, I managed a few more "short sets" of cleaning, decluttering, trash bagging and hauling three utility cart loads to the nearest Manor bin. Come afternoon I took a longer than usual afternoon walk. The day was sunny and the usual shifting 20+ mph North winds were taking the day off. I checked pantry shelves reading labels for items to add to the higher sodium items in the monthly Senior Box, loaded the cart again and headed out to deliver them to the 24 hour pantry off Main St.

The trees haven't started budding yet, so this what the Manor grounds look like. 

And so went another Sunday at the Manor in Yuma, Colorado

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Life on a leash | #sol21 Day 5

There's this unfinished 400+ word draft, less slice than analyis of the distributed slicer network because that's what I've been wrapping my mind around. Obsessively. It's still in drafts. I'm tossing out a Day 5 quickie about life on a leash...or hooked up to oxygen. That was my new normal since being diagnosed late 2018 with Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension (PAH) or high blood pressure in the lungs. Until 2020, that is.

Crossing the 5:10 to Yuma 5K finish line

Exertion tires me easily. I'm too tired to focus on editing after a long walk today with my oxygen backpack instead of pushing the utility cart with a larger oxygen tank strapped in. Walking with even the smaller tank in a back pack is more tiring. I used the cart through the winter for stability over icy patches. Walking is my other challenge. Protecting oxygen tubing from the cat should count as another.

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 "Two Writing Teachers March 2021 Slice of Life Challenge" 

Walking, thinking, writing ~ SOLSC Day 2

Howdy #sol21 slicers and friends. I started a morning draft to get ahead of the game and beat my pantser syndrome, but the draft turned into a clumsy opus of a different color -- not something to tidy up and smooth rough edges for a quick post. Then I turned my attention to other things. By the time my mind turned back this way, dusk was closing. So I went for a walk instead. Until recently, the weather's been too cold most days.

Walking at dusk down Ivy St

Walking is a good for thinking, not so much for remembering musings when I sit back down at the keyboard. Picture taking fits in but recording notes would ruin the walk.

At least "other" included reading blog posts, commenting and wrangling the WP reader. Negotiating SOLSC off two platforms while juggling projects and committments on a handful of other platforms can be a hassle.  

That's it for today, more tomorrow...

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Two Writing Teachers host SOL Tuesdays and an annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOLSC). This is the 14th one. During March, the participating SOLSC community writes  and shares daily blog posts, commenting on three or more blog posts by other participants. Read today's (March 2, 2021) blog posts here. 

 Let them eat (orange slice) cake...and comment

An early spring walk #sol18

I'm feeling better but still behind on email, trying to finish the same one for three days now, any dent I make in archiving re-fills at every turn like Cerridwen's Cauldron of plenty.

in defense of rambling #sol18

Once again I'm not sure what I'll be blogging about -- rambling until I find a subject or one finds me. Until then, it's another ramble, or as Thoreau would have it, a saunter. This country lane looks like promising. So many words for walking in different modes and settings -- saunter, flâner, promenade, ramble, stroll, pasear, wander, amble and more -- all walking.

#SoL17 at home, inside & out

~ coping with a cranky keyboard and erratic compose screen, I was off to an even later start blogging than usual due a longer than expected phone call.

I walked just once around the perimeter ~ a short one, minus iPhone in case of rain. So I used the time to think about today's blog post. What did I defer from last one? Guerrilla educationist and digital citizenship. Too bad the computer did not cooperate.

What pictures would fit? Above, my "home office" ~ laptop on a small tray table, small sofa next to a window (the chair is for Chaircat Mao), oil painting by Megan Lemcke. Below, the marble Manor marker + decorative foliage on the corner of Elm and 3rd Avenue.

a #sol17 walk around the #Manor

…out my front door, past Doña Catrina and tumbleweeds, down to the Manor office on 3rd Ave, around the corner, past front porch flowers to 2nd Ave and back home again to cat waiting in window near the back door.

more walking #sol17 Day 14

Walking has dominated my recent slices. That's natural since Some walk for health and fitness, others for causes. I walk to get places. Walking as transportation is increasingly less common. Walking -- without the distraction of a smart phone -- is also good for thinking and taking in your surroundings. 

Another Yuma walk #sol17 Day 10

I walk for exercise, to improve breathing, hold the line on bone density and stay healthier while exploring Yuma, but also because that's how I get around town. With minimal gradient and 2,000+ feet lower altitude, walking conditions are far more favorable here than in Mountainair. This morning, the ophthalmology tech called to schedule my pre-op optical scan for this afternoon instead of Friday. So I walked over. It was chillier than yesterday but somewhat less windy. I carried my folding camp stool (remember those from Scouts and camp?) so I could sit down to catch my breath as necessary.

Today's walk-with-a-purpose took me to Main St and what passes for "downtown business district," the opposite direction from yesterday's to the hospital on 8th Avenue. Out my front door, through a breezeway to the right and turning right again on 2nd avenue