If the internet blinked, no one would have noticed I upgraded my blog. It was down for a little bit.
But i did it!
SQL and PHP had to be adjusted, and much love to Liquid Web for their awesome customer support.
The front page of the blog doesnt’ look that different…But! My posting backend is very pretty…
AHHHHHhhhhh
it just occurred to me, that all these trials of mother hood could be grist for more writing.
i feel like i got mymojo back, re-reading my blog of all these years.
I like what I write. I have always liked what I write. And it inspires me to read what I have written before, and makes me think of new things to write.
Check me out! right now i am considering writing some poems mournign the loss of sleep.
this is when I started to read the blog
I have read my blogI
Thinking about how things might turn out well is a very nice change from fear and dread. I am glad to have discovered an alternative to fear and dread.
Hey, chick…
Don’t forget. If it matters to you, it matters.
Always.
It’s late. I shouldn’t be blogging. But i feel good. I”m takign care of a bunch of stuff I wanted to do.
Yay!
I complain a lot. But Veronica is full of cuteness, too. Not only sleeplessness.
FOr example, when we are doing errands, and she stops me to say, ‘Hafta go pee pee”
We go into the bathroom, and she sits her tiny little bottom on the toilet seat. I haer the little tinkle, and I say
Good job!
Then I help her pull up her pants, and she eagerly flushes the toilet.
my turn, Veronica.
So I sit and she hear the tinkle
She says
Good job, Mommy!
Thank you Veronica. How very encouraging.
Okay, I guess it didn’t kill me. I’ll have to get back to you about whether it made me stronger.
Veronica took forever again to fall asleep. But while we were trying to persuade her to lie down, she kept talking about all the things we did on our trip.
She recounted with delight the many animals we saw, and the adventures we had.
She liked the trip a lot. It rocked her world.
She even remembered the things in order. Chris noticed that once you realized what she was talking about, you could tell what came next.
I am assembling my writing, my short stories, and making a book out of them.
I am almost ready to get them out into the world. And I am convinced that no stupid collection of stories ever existed.
I just want to disappear. I guess this is a sort of stage fright for writers.
We almost forgot about the solar eclipse, because we were barely back from our trip when it started.
I tried to look at it, but got spots in my eyes for my trouble. I thought I would walk the dog in the waning light to experience it as best I could.
Me and dog were taking a short walk, and we saw a lot of people trying to get a look at it. I said to everyone I met, “Happy eclipse!”
One man said, “You just missed it! The people over there had special glasses. Go knock on the door, you can take a look.”
After hesitating, I decided to go for it.
Julie answered my knock, and came out with extremely dark cardboard sunglasses. It was so neat to see! It was horned like a crescent moon.
i thanked Julie, and spent a little time getting to know her.
Guess what? Her astronomer husband is from Alaska.
EAGLE RIVER, even. Crazy! I welcomed them to the neighborhood, and said I would come back with some of my alaska stories.
“We come all the way around the world and meet aroudn the block!”
“Claremont is like that, ” she said.
I guess so.