If I go there will be trouble...

Early morning Barton Springs Swim report: Both clear (sky & water) and misty (where they met). A line of women in the water, talking, above the surface knit-hatted, calm; below, in float belts & swimsuits & pedaling like mad. Human ducks. I mean that in the best sense.

Am I leaving Twitter? Maybe. I have been very lucky on Twitter and I have loved it. But I don’t like clubs, and the new fellow in charge makes it feel (among other things) like a club. A really dumb one.

I really have loved Twitter: the running jokes, the book recommendations. A place for idle thoughts. During the pandemic I started swimming early mornings at Barton Springs, the enormous spring-fed pool in the center of Austin, where I live. Some time after that I started tweeting about it. Where else can you not only demand admiration from strangers, but get it? At a reading I gave at Parnassus Books in Nashville, a woman said, “Can you explain Barton Spring to me?”

Could I ever.

I am on Mastodon, @elizmccracken@zirk.us. I haven’t really done anything yet. For the moment I’m still on Twitter. Maybe also I’m on Post? I think I set something up there. I’m @elizmccrack on Instagram, but I mostly post there when I’m traveling. I’m not a very visual person. Don’t look for me on Facebook; I’ve never really understood it. Perhaps I’ll start posting here, too. Or perhaps I will devote myself to good works.

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