Invisible AI Master

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Ever since I had the meeting with the internet social media chap, I seem to have lost my art of writing the blog.  I feel like invisible expectations have been placed upon me and that my every word is being monitored by AI, word searches, bots, things I don’t understand on the big inter-super-highway (as my aged neighbour used to call it).

I hate this.  My ability to write basic English, to describe my life and to enjoy writing this blog has vanished overnight. And, worst of all, I was told my Blog has to be 350 words long if I want to be found on internet searches, which then instantly gave me mental block for my writing (I had always stuck to being 300 or under as I didn’t want to bore).

What I did before seemed to work fine – albeit, I wanted more readers, hence the meeting – but I have been left with the feeling there is a giant AI bot looking over my shoulder who I have to please at all costs and I don’t like that.

I need to think about a way forward with this because I don’t feel that my blog will be very genuine or be part of the real me if I have to please an invisible Master.

Gah and *** sigh ***. I have always hated homework.

(in my head this all makes perfect sense and I can still take photos of autumn in Shetland, so please enjoy them).

I was happy being a Luddite, I realise this now.

 

Wet plant in rain

Winter or Summer Track?

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A wet dreich day and I have galloping TMJ pain so I am feeling very sorry for myself.

Wet field

After trying to play flute duets badly, I gave up (my jaw and neck hurt too much) and dragged Mandy out to help me poo-pick the track instead.  Luckily, Mandy was up for helping me with this grotty job, which was very kind of her.  I kitted her up in my wet-weather-grot-jobs kit.

Mandy helping me poo pick

Recently, I have been wondering whether to move the Shetland ponies onto their winter track or is it too early? I don’t know.

The winter track is all fenced off and ready to go.  All I have to do is open the gate and strategically attach the zappy energiser.

winter track grass

But the winter track is full of grass, some of which is quite lush still.  What to do?  I need to avoid autumn-flush laminitis at all costs.

Long grass

So I showed Mandy my dilemma and she agreed that the winter track is looking a bit too good at the moment.  We talked it all through and the conclusion was while the weather is still in double figures (ie grass growing weather), the Shetland ponies should stay where they are on – their big spring/summer track along with their two haynets a day (split into four small ones).

Shetland ponies eating

I told the ponies of my latest decision.  It makes sense and it was good to talk things through with someone who could see my situation in its entirety (that would be Mandy, not the ponies who refuse to see any situation helpfully).

Newt eating

Now I am off to look for painkillers for my jaw.  I am not enjoying this one bit.  I would like to curl up on the sofa with a hot water bottle and have lovely things brought to me.  Instead, I’ve got to go back outside in the near-dark, put the hens and ducks in their respective bedrooms, let the sheep back in from their field and kiss them goodnight.

Physiotherapy

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I chucked the old horses and ponies back out into their old field.  They were not impressed.

But, as I told them, you don’t need all that grass for the foreseeable.  I am saving it for the winter storms as it is the ideal field for exactly that purpose.

That went down like a lead balloon.

But I left them all mooching around the gate looking whistfully back at their ex-field full of grass, while surveying the shorter grass around them.

Tough.  Last seen, they were miles away just vanishing over the horizon so they must be finding something to eat.

And then Uwe Abendroth from Central Equine Physiotherapy paid us a visit.  He is our local visiting animal physiotherapist from Stirling.  We’ve used him a few times on the horses in previous years.

This time it was Monster and Pepper’s turn.  Monster has become increasingly stiff in his gait (front legs) which is probably old age but it couldn’t hurt him to have some help.  As Monster was not very cooperative and kept trying to leave, Uwe put the Pulse Electromagnetic Therapy mat (PEMF) under the bed while I lightly scattered some catnip to keep Monster in place so he could get the full benefit of his treatment.  It seemed to work.

And then it was Pepper’s turn.  She was very taken with Uwe.  Her second best friend as she loves our farrier, Stephen, most.

What a good girl Pepper was having ultrasound therapy on her poorly right front shoulder that has been bothering her for a while now.  The one that makes her three legged at times.

 

And then I asked Pepper to sit in the bed, newly vacated by Monster and she had some magical Pulse Electromagnetic Therapy as well.

Uwe could definitely feel something was going on with Pepper’s shoulder and hopefully these treatments will help her and she won’t be travelling on three legs and I will stop worrying. That would be nice.

Here are Uwe’s details – I would highly recommend.

Uwe Abendroth details

Not a Day for Going Outside

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Today was not a day for being outside. It was “coarse” – sporadic rain/drizzle accompanied by an unceasing westerly wind – F8/F9.

When I went out first thing, I could see Iacs just hiding behind the fence. I think I could smell the whiff of optimism that breakfast would arrive shortly.

It did.  Everyone was pleased.

The rest of my morning was spent renewing my acquaintance with Squarespace. I am determined to master it.  Quite the challenge but I think headway is being made.  It’s hard to tell.  There may have been some swearing.

Later, I asked everyone if they wanted to come out with me to help with the afternoon chores.  The silence was deafening.

And I think this lot also spent their day in the containers. There was certainly evidence of it.  There were two factions and it was their choice, I told them, as I mucked out. No extra haynets if you can’t be arsed to go find anything to eat.  I am not your slave (though, I am – who am I kidding?)  Maybe they’ll go out later. I think the weather is calming down overnight.

And I’m not saying everyone isn’t ** cough ** fat but they are!  Albie, especially.

Happy Days

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My blog fight continues.  My Chief Administrator, the ever-helpful-nothing-is-too-much Nick Miners has successfully turned the clock back and I am back to my happy Luddite state of the Classic WordPress set up.  No updates, no more blocks (what even is a block?) and I am in familiar territory. Phew.

But the question was raised – what if I moved from WordPress, which is, for me, becoming increasingly more complicated and unhelpful, to Squarespace or Wix.  It is certainly a thought and one I am now entertaining.

So,as the wind was blowing a hoolie all day, I thought I would spend a part of it productively.

Accompanied by the “Soshul-Medjah” Terrier, we went into my shed armed with my laptop trying to work out if I could use SquareSpace without too much difficulty.  I like to tell myself it was not 3 hours of my life wasted and that I can do this. I might get to love SquareSpace but I am back to those unhelpful blocks again.  My jury is still out on this one. I haven’t investigated Wix yet.

But good news – hopefully due to the time travel, all the email subscriptions are back. Let me know if you are still not receiving the blog using this method and I will alert Nick (and please go and look at his website – gorgeous architectural and interiors photography).

In other good news, Madge seems very happy and settled without her mother, Edna.  I never thought this would happen and had been worrying unnecessarily, as I now realise, that she would live in a state of panic and grief.

But nope, Madge appears calm (for her) and even comes up to take biccies from me.  She is not looking or shouting for her mother, which she has done for the last 5 years if Edna was out of eye-sight.  I am greatly relieved for her.

The others are oblivious to the loss of Edna from their flock, which is good.  When animals grieve, it is always so desperate.

And back into my shed for commissions.  Shout if you want one/two/three/four……