my first Scribbles week, and updates
whatnotI started this blog last Monday, and have been adding posts and pages, trying out stuff, and changing various things on it most days since.
It was mostly just a case of re-orienting myself after some time away from the platform – other times it was just trying things out to see what they did.
Some things have been changing for everyone of course, with Vincent's raft of changes to font and display options, the settings menu revamps, and small but very logical and welcome changes to the editor layout.
In an effort to make sure that the many initial Scribbles bloggers who migrated to Bear blog know that the platform here has improved immensely recently, I have published a post enthusing about its improvements to that audience.
And that may well be my last post on Bear blog – my annual subscription ends in September, so that seems a likely point to finally log out there. There's no point in having multiple blogs that are similarly unfocused messes.
My ankle is better now. I twisted it on Thursday (https://scribbles.page/blogbear/posts/hobbled), leaving my Friday and Saturday as tender eeking and ouching days. I've been able to walk better from Sunday, and the pain has changed from being anywhere between levels five to nine down to a slight level three ache, so hopefully things are settling down now.
Next up is an ECG appointment today (Monday). This is a follow up from me going to the doctor a couple of weeks ago and seeking some help with my breathlessness problems. Currently it's only taking a walk up the stairs, or a slight upward slope when walking the dog, to start me panting. This is reminiscent of similar problems when I was in the grips of some Atrial Fibrillation a couple of years ago – but this time I don't have the irregular and racing heartbeat.
I don't think it's serious enough to get fatal, but it is serious enough to stop my fitness routine. I've had to stop my beloved cycling because of it this year, so I hope it's something that can be sorted with a bit of medication, or other relatively simple medical help.
I don't tend to have a plan when it comes to blogging. I don't tend to have a plan when it comes to anything else either. I start things here and there, then they become a thing for a bit and get dropped again.
So I might start posting a certain type of post and say it's a regular on Tuesdays now – and then it switches to Thursday. Or doesn't actually appear ever again in the same format.
I know this. It's the way my brain works. Impulsive. In the moment. Commit to new things, and then easily drop same things and never think about them again. Sometimes in the same minute.
I'm also struggling now to gauge exactly how open I should be on here. For example, whether or not I should relate the disturbing calls and text communications my ex-wife (my children's mother) has started sending me recently. Fourteen years since the divorce and subsequent silence, and suddenly drunken voice mails letting me know she'll never forgive me, and I abandoned her (sort of, yes) and my children (I didn't).
It could well bubble up in me until I have to write it and publish it, just to get it out of my head, or I'll suppress it, file it away in the dark and dusty filing cabinet of the mind that shall never be opened again, carry on as if everything is fine and you'll hear no more about it.
Does make a great cliffhanger though.
Will he? Won't he?
