Most of you may not know me -- my posts are not setting the world on fire. BUT they are setting me on fire.

Me before Steemit.

Okay, in the spirit of full disclosure, this is my firstborn mocking his mother. And doing a fine job of it because at first I actually thought this was me. But I digress.

My Firstborn

Oh My God. Sweet Jesus. (Yes, those are prayers.) He's a grandfather. Don't you love the look his granddaughter is giving him?

And here he is, in real life. He knows better than anyone how I have always been. And he does a fair representation of me.

I like to have fun. As sister Carol says, "We're a long time dead."

Top 3 Things Steemit Did For Me

• Created a Routine
• Let Me Blow Off Steam
• Reminded Me That Technology Rocks

It's been a learning curve. I had to figure out Markdown Styling. I had to understand Bandwidth. I had to learn that this is no place for bullshit. I feel like I am at home where I get to find homesteaders and artists and dib-dab around with bitcoin palaver.

As I said, I am not setting the world on fire, but this is a happy place to be. I have my buddies, my pals - Hive account@peggyhazelwood and the amazing Mister Tom, Hive account@katebenzin and her amazing travels, and Hive account@garyharvey with his healthy advice.

I constantly have a giggle at Hive account@rigaronib's Holi-Art. and my homesteading urge is fed by Hive account@daddykirbs.

Robert Frost said it first, "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in."