“I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey, and reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we lived.” – Captain Picard
RIP, Sir Patrick Stewart. You will be missed😢
Get used to the new editor, that is. You probably already know how I feel about it.
Yup. I’ll have to finally be a conformist. I think I also figured out my “About me” page. I renamed it to “My weight loss “. I’m m not sure what it looks like on a desktop, but on my iPhone, it just shows two lines. Sigh.
Baby steps, right?
Hopefully my ambivalence about posting on WordPress will decrease as I get used to the interface more.
Carry on!
A little background first. My home recording studio is based on Windows 10. A lot of my music plugins haven’t released a Windows 11 update. Soooo….I keep that computer offline until all of my software has been updated. Damn you Microsoft.
Anyway, I’ve always used the classic editor, and I’m posting from my iPhone. It now appears that option is gone.
This sucks. Actually, the block editor sucks. For me. I’m still trying to figure out how to get my “About Me” page back up. Sigh.
Moving on…. The pool is finally done, but now has a leak. The pool company denies any culpability, so after spending 48k on a renovation, I have to hire a diver with leak detection equipment.
Here it is the day it was completed:
I like it, but they caused the leak, they should fix it.
So here I am with a pool with a leak, a computer that I can’t connect to the internet AND THE EFFIN’ CLASSIC EDITOR IS GONE!
Me and Mr. Tips are super pissed off. Speaking of the little guy, Halloween and Thanksgiving are among his favorite holidays, along with Cinco de Mayo.
Hopefully everyone is still reading this blog for his super scary Halloween extravaganza.
It kind of sucked that my other blog was dedicated. I lost my followers and will have to try to figure out how to find them. In the meantime, I’m trying to find a theme that works, and doing that from my phone is brutal.
Anyway, I’ll be bringing to this blog my weight loss journey, as well as Mr. Tips and music.
Yeah, a logo from my blog. I thought it captured the humor and direction of my journey, without losing my self deprecating humor.
I appreciate my friends for standing by me while I sort this out.
From a few years back, but the feeling still remains…
The big wind-down. It appears that the Summer is over too soon once again. I know that technically, it still here with us in the Northern Hemisphere, but the unofficial end comes this weekend.. Sigh. But, like all good things, they don’t stay here forever. Perhaps it’s a lesson life teaches us about appreciation. I do appreciate the warmth of the summer sun, the cacophony of a cricket choir at night, the shower of lights by the fireflies and stars in the sky. The crackle of wood on a late summer night’s bonfire. The pensive sigh of my faithful dog as he drifts off into his dreamland while I ponder the meaning of life (under the influence of a deep red wine). These are the pillars of summer for me.
I can recall my childhood at the end of summer. That one girl that I didn’t have the courage to ask out. Every night that summer I wished I had and each night I didn’t. Then that last night of summer, when school was about to begin, I remember staring into her eyes. She stared back at me, anticipated a question that I could never ask. We grew older, and apart and the memory of possibility and promise of that night disappeared as summer expired. Such bittersweet memories.
Each summer, those memories return to me, under the stars at night. I wonder where all of those friends are today, where she is today.
Everything Merges With The Night – Brian Eno
Rosalie
I’ve been waiting all evening
Possibly years i don’t know
Counting the passing hours
Everything merges with the night
I stand on the beach
Giving out descriptions
Different for everyone i see
Since i just can’t remember
Longer than last september.
Santiago
Under the volcano
Floats like a cushion on the sea
Yet i can never sleep here
Everything ponders in the night.
Rosalie
We’ve been talking all summer
Picking the straw from our clothes
See how the breeze has softened
Everything pauses in the night.
Not quite the summer of love…but a recollection from the summer of tomatoes and my neighbor….
I really hadn’t noticed before. But there they were. Let me backtrack…
It was a hot and humid this Sunday morning. There wasn’t much I could do to the garden without really becoming drenched in sweat. It was truly unhealthy. So I did really easy and light things. I dead-headed some blooms from spent flowers, trimmed back the hydrangea’s that had overgrown the impatiens, and watered the now thirsty garden.
That’s when I heard my name being called from across the yard, beyond the fence. It was my neighbor. A kind, 60-plus woman, who had limited experience with gardening, was asking me for help with her tomatoes. Literally, and not a double entendre. Well, at least not initially.
We discussed things about lighting, watering, feeding schedules, et al, when I discovered that her hands were placed on her hips in a way that, well, accentuated other parts of her body, namely her breasts.
That’s when I noticed. I’m sure that they were not there last summer. Was I imagining this? Were they real? How would I know?
No, I wasn’t about to go poking about, because, hey, they’re not my tomatoes. Besides, you know, she’s my freakin’ neighbor. And frankly, I don’t want any midnight calls with further questions about her garden.
So this went on for about 45 minutes with me sounding like Martha Stewart, and her gyrating and contorting to show off her recent surgical procedure. I was determined not to have been caught staring, so I did my best to look at her tomatoes. Again, not a double entendre. But honestly, I hadn’t noticed (and probably wouldn’t have), but there they were.
Yup, like they were blinking and winking at me.
My reaction?
I had shorts on and I was starting to pitch a tent.
Neighboring is hard.
Prog2goal, that is. It appears that I, or Mr. Tips, have upset the censorship gods at WP. I’ll be here for the time being and until I can feel up to blogging again.
