I just wrote a whole long post about the first chick of 2019, “forgot” to ctrl-C the whole thing and just hit publish, and it’s all lost. 403 error. This happens, oh, about every 5-8 times I try to post, and has been going on for months. Usually, I remember to ctrl-A and ctrl-C just in case, but when I forget to, it’s sure to fail. There’s fine print at the bottom of the writing window that will tell you “failed to save”, if you think to check it.
It’s like the 1990’s when email would do this to you when you hit send. Oops, gone! No draft, no back button.
Usually I just bite the rage, sometimes angrily going through the help maze to “chat” with “help” (No. help.), and quickly retype the whole post while it’s still bright in my mind.
I’ve blogged on WP for ten years? It never did this sh*t until I started paying for the extra features (when something is semi-functioning for free, hey, you live with it). Lucky me I paid for the privilege of a non-functioning photo editor, the random total disappearance of the contents of my right sidebar one day, crap customer service, and a rage-inducing experience on the reg. I’m building a robust antipathy to logging in to blog. WP is on the downhill slope of the curve now. Jump ship! The cracks are appearing.
Tonight, I’m too tired to retype the chick story, so it has to wait until I simmer down, and I’m too frustrated to even make my rant funny:(
May Day resolutions – So much has happened in April (a three season month), and I took bunches of pictures, but I wasn’t posting much. I’m going to make a stab at catching up with all the fun happens this month (although events may have occurred earlier than they appear).
It’s been raining for almost ten days straight. It’s just unbelievable. No more water can be absorbed. It’s just puddles and standing water everywhere. The ground is so soft you can unexpectedly plunge in the ground over your ankle walking along. then it tries to pull your boot off.
The chickens have had their coops outside for several days, but when the rain come hammering down, they run into the greenhouse, which remains empty, to shelter.
It was ok for awhile; rain is important, but today, I was done with it. I had to start a fire, because I was chilled. Luckily, it’s over now for a week! A whole week of sunshine. The bugs will almost certainly start up, and everything will begin to grow.
I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging. In the meantime, THIS!:
What a day. Buckets of water coming down, starting out with slush on the ground, and wind, blowing the cold rain into your face and coat. All the chickens opted to stay in the greenhouse most of the day, only making brief forays out when the rain abated.
The guineas took one step out in the morning before jumping back in, the chickens got several steps out before pulling their necks back, wheeling around and running back in. It’s gross out there!
I found it the perfect day for a nap, and that was glorious. Never enough sleep!
I can’t explain what happened. After an unbroken year of daily blog posting and many more of intermittency, I fully intended to keep going, more steam than ever, and then – I just stopped.
I was going through some health stuff that sapped my energy. I was taking some winter time for “emotional restructuring” (aka, being lazy and self-indulgent). I really, really didn’t feel like there was anything to say. What “content” really needs to be added to the vastness of the internet now? I thought I would make the switch away from WordPress, but there’s work involved in that.
Cute, cool things keep happening. I have ideas. I’ve been taking pictures. Just…not posting.
Awesome! A buttonholer on a Singer treadle sewing machine, making perfect buttonholes.
This is amazing technology IMO, from the 40’s.
On a treadle sewing machine the needle is fixed. It can’t move side to side like modern electrics so it can’t do a zigzag stitch.
How to get around that? Let’s grab the fabric and move it side to side while the needle goes up and down- voila, zigzags and buttonholes!
Unlike how a computer works, I can look at this and understand how it works, and I think it’s exceedingly ingenious, harnessing the mechanical drive of the sewing machine and controlling the whole circuit of the buttonhole, instead of the three stage variable length method I learned on electric machines.
Treadle sewing machines can still outperform electric machines, mostly by being stolid and consistent, while electrics can be buggy and finicky.
After blogging since the early oughts, 2018 was the first year I posted every single day. It wasn’t always first thing in the morning, and sometimes a scheduled post failed to post on schedule, but I posted every day. After a while, it was too good a streak to break.
What else did I do this year? Caught my first swarm, made a more effective strike against the invasive Glossy-leaf Buckthorn species we’re plagued with than I have before, had a slightly better garden and a bigger one. As usual, I read 100 books. To finance my chicken habit, I made some strides at my day job, narrating more audiobooks and more exciting and challenging ones.
I’m still obsessed with productivity, still use and love Habitica, and this year integrated some GTD principles for more efficiency. The almost lifelong habit I have of packing more in than I or anyone should is catching up with me, and that’s the next thing I need to change. I aspire to do less now, which is a major shift from half a lifetime spent wanting to do more. Sigh.
Happy New Year! I wish everyone more health, strength, and success creating a life and world that is good.