I just learned that WordPress.org (which is where this website) is going to a new core editor. In other words, the way I do things now won’t be the way I do things when it upgrades. Plus, I use Genesis as a frame for WordPress and that will probably go bye-bye which means that my theme will probably go bye-bye which means my site might be affected. In other words, I’m going to study the core editor so I’m not blindsided by the change, keep in communication with the Genesis people, and say a prayer and spit in the wind that all will be well. Change is always a challenge, especially when it involves technology and this is a big honkin’ change.
I’m a writer. Words are my tools. Thoughts and feelings are my game. I never forget that because, in addition to being my job, writing is who I am, down deep and personal. It’s the best of me.
Words are important to me, not because of their sound, their grammatical position, or their etymology but because they’re a vehicle for thoughts and emotions. Consequently, I pay attention to them.
When emotions are involved words spew forth like steam from a kettle. There’s even a legal term for “excited utterance” (per Wikipedia): “An excited utterance, in the law of evidence, is a statement made by a person in response to a startling or shocking event or condition. It is an unplanned reaction to a “startling event”. It is an exception to the hearsay rule…”
There’s a lot of excited utterance on the internet. People feel secure behind their keyboards and the relative anonymity of the internet (if they only knew how easy it was to trace them they wouldn’t feel so secure) so they tend to say things they might not when calmer. There are two rules I’ve always used in regard to the internet. 1.) There is no such thing as anonymity. 2.) On the internet, things live forever.
I think these shirts are the cutest things. I’m thinking of getting one for me and one for John.
Here’s the website:https://clothingmonster.com/en/109-animal-t-shirts-clothing-the-mountain
The other day it was 80 degrees. Today it’s 40 something. I’m freezing my wazoo off because it’s drizzly and cold. This is NOTHING to you in the northern hinterlands, but we’re delicate little flowers of humanhood in South Texas. We can take heat that would melt the chrome off a car, but we freeze under 50. (Okay, I freeze under 50. I had to move from my office into the back of the house. I’m wearing 3/4 length gloves with no fingers, my velour throw and a sweater over my top. Oh, and leg warmers. I’m so pretty right now. Ahem.)
My darling son said he loves this weather. I countered with, “That’s because you were born in Elmhurst, Illinois. It scarred you for life.”
Oh, and my darling son had an anniversary the other day: 14 years with his company. There were days when I thought he would never make it from one week to the next. I just hugged the heck out of him. (John has Tourette’s syndrome and schizophrenia. Life has not been especially easy.) But yay! for him!
Go buy a bulldog shirt!