I suppose it could mean a lot of different things, depending on who your boss is and who you are and what you do for a living, etc., etc., ad nauseam. I happen to work in one of the more stodgy industries around and I happen to have a great boss who puts up with me and my sometimes rather quirky behavior pretty darn well. I doubt he reads this, I’m just saying. Anyway. The reason for the Twitter follow was to send a communication to me and frankly, although my first reaction was to absolutely dissolve in laughter, it was an ingenious method! Think about it. If your boss *calls* you while you are on vacation, what are the first and second and third things you think? Hmm… 1) I am fired. 2) I have done something absolutely unforgiveable (and am fired). 3) I dunno what three is, you can use your imagination but it surely includes some version of “I am fired”. But Twitter? I dunno if anyone has ever been fired on Twitter, maybe it has happened. But it certainly wasn’t my first thought and, indeed, he was trying to arrange a fun team outing and wanted to know my availability for it. So yes, I follow my boss (and vice versa) on Twitter. It’s okay. We’re both adults. He’s got too much going on in his life to be running for King of Twitter and I go in spurts and both of us are pretty careful about what gets tweeted.

This entry really isn’t about my boss. It was an interesting summer technology-wise in general and Twitter also came in handy for meeting up with our northern correspondent Paulette. She’s the one who notifies us when the seagulls return in the winter and other important events. And so. Paulette on a rainy Saturday afternoon: “Have you seen this interesting larvae?” Clumpity clumpity, a whole bunch of folks clump down to the beach to check out the larvae and end up seeing all *kinds* of interesting wildlife including the crayfish that serves as my current Twitter profile pic. Paulette early one morning: “I’m on the Yoga Rock!” KW finishes up some breakfast chores just in time to meet Paulette on her way back from the Yoga Rock. Paulette on a beautiful evening: “Whine on the beach!” Clumpity clumpity, KW clumps her way down to Paulette’s end of the beach for whine. Pooh and Fudge (or Sophie?) in attendance. Yes. If it is particularly important to get hold of someone *right now*, we use phones or text messages or whatever. But Twitter has led to some very serendipitous moments.

Oh yeah, that photo? Old technology anyone? The Commander has her loom set up on the beach. I dunno when this was. I’m sure I wasn’t around yet, although I very clearly remember the loom (it’s still around) and even those canvas beach chairs (which are not around). But I think this was before I was born and it may be *well* before I was born because they were married for 11 years before they had their first child. The child that turned out to be me.

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