Update: A brief explanation of how I’ve spent the last few days . . .

Sunday afternoon, sunny, 87 degrees.

I have had to spend way too much time trying to fix my main drafts post in which I collect quotes and poems until I have an appropriate post in which to place them. For some reason, my WordPress switched to Block Editor, which I have no fricking idea how to use easily or effectively.

So once again I tried a forum fix to revert to old fashioned Classic Editor, but of course, it did not work, at least not exactly as explained. When I opened this main draft, all of the formatting between quotes and line breaks was gone, and if you know anything about poetry, including the proper line breaks is kind of important. I don’t even want to talk about how long fixing all of this actually took.

Yesterday, I gave up in the middle because with the script problem, moving things around was taking way too long I decided that today I would fix the damned thing no matter how much pain and anguish it caused me………..

So here I am. Finally.

I really, really hate how thing have been going in just about every compartment of my life.  And my horse still isn’t home. Sucks to be me.


Music by Arctic Monkeys, “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” (Tame Impala cover)—I know that it’s a rare repeat. Don’t care. Sue me.

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Happy Birthday Brett!

Wordless Wednesdays . . .

Help, please!


Anyone out there in the ether know how to fix an ongoing script problem when using Firefox, anything short of reloading everything? I’ve visited forums and tried the recommendations, including downloading the add-on YesScript2, but . . . nothing. Perhaps I haven’t configured it properly. This issue is making it really hard for me to create posts in the way that I prefer, as in searching for images to accompany the content. Everything takes much longer than it used to. I’m beginning to hate my computer, but I cannot afford to divorce it at present as it’s the only thing that I have. I’d really appreciate any real advice. Thanks. Ta.

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

forgot to hit publish . . .


Friday afternoon, stormy and muggy, 84 degrees.

Something that I did not know (or did not remember that I knew at one time) that I really should have known because it’s so blatantly obvious: The red markings on a metal measuring tape every 16 inches indicate the traditional placement of wall studs, so if you don’t have a stud finder, you’re still good to go . . .

I know. It’s the small things . . .


The Des Moines Register, Iowa, July 16, 1939

Intelligencer Journal, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, August 25, 1913

True story: When I first started working at Dillard’s a lifetime ago, I came off a double shift, and my feet were aching. The next day before work, I used some pain cream that my mom had given me, having no idea that it contained capsaicin. I was only at work about an hour before the pain in my feet became so extreme that I had to sit down in the floor. By the time that I made it home my feet were bright red and blistered.

Moral of the story: Never use anything containing capsaicin on your body unless you want more pain than the pain you’re trying to alleve.

Happy 4th of July America!


“Sometimes nations should pray for amnesia.” ~ Anna Kamieńska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook

In honor of the country’s birthday . . . nope, sorry, in honor of 45’s belief that the world revolves around him, he held a ‘Merica celebration on the National Mall in which he praised our country’s history, especially the Revolutionary War in which the country gained its independence. All went well until it got to the airplaines . . .

“Our army manned the air, it rammed the ramparts, it took over airports, it did everything it had to do.”

Donald J. Trump, noted historian and purveyor of fine facts of the fake kind……

Argh…this was in my drafts folder………..

Update

I’ve been down for the count for the last two days; my fibromyalgia has hit hard. It started on Saturday, but not too bad. I thought that I was just tired. I was wrong. Then Corey and I spent about 11 hours doing a circuit from here to Galax to Ashville, NC, and back again. We were dropping off water tanks and picking up two more goats. I definitely think that the trip did not help my body at all. I’ve been in bed for two days, and I’m over it. I’m not sure how this manifests in other people who are unfortunate enough to be affected, but for me, it’s a pervasive weakness and a burning in my muscles. Just walking through the house is a major chore.

Enough already.


Music by Of Monsters and Men, “I of the Storm”