It seems just yesterday when I needed the Happiness Engineers of WordPress to get my pingbacks working … and then to get my reblog functions repaired. Well … It’s déjà vu all over again, as Yogi Berra said.
I follow as many of your blogs as I can. I do. I try hard. I am usually still picking my way through hundreds of notifications as we’re heading off to bed. I sometimes do a few more on my Kindle even after I’m already in bed. This morning, it’s all back. Hundreds of notifications and who knows what else. I am throwing in the proverbial towel.
It’s Saturday. I want to go out and take some pictures. I could sit here all day every day for the rest of my life and I would never be finished … so
I’m deleting anything I have not yet read. I need to ditch the backlog to make room for the influx that will hit tomorrow morning. Sunday is the biggest email day of the week and includes all the sales pitches and “specials” for the upcoming week.
Forgive me. I can’t stay in front of the computer all day going from blog to blog. I regret having to empty out the inbox, but a gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do.
I wanted to tell everyone so you won’t get confused. I have always put the newest comments on top because I hate having to scroll through a zillion comments before I can add one. But this also makes the order of comments and responses a bit weird. It gets really hard to figure out which response is for what comment. So, I have switched it around and now comments will be in the order in which they were written, with the oldest on top and the newest on the bottom.
There’s no entirely happy solution to this problem. I wish the comment box would appear on top regardless of where the comment would ultimately appear, as they do it on Quora and many other sites. But WordPress doesn’t offer that as an option. You can choose oldest down to newest, or newest down to oldest.
Let me know how you feel about this. I’m ambivalent and not entirely happy with either solution. I’ll be happy to have your input.
I gathered your names. Wrote them on little slips of paper. I dropped them in a cap and picked one. (Only one entry per name. Many comments from one person is still one entry, sorry.)
The winner of the complete set of Gretchen Archer’s Davis Way Caper books is Cheryl, one of my favorite lurkers. I’m sorry I don’t have more sets to give because if I could, I’d give every single one of you a set of books.
In case you’d like to acquire them on your own, you can buy a set of the first four books on Kindle from Amazon at this link. Gretchen Archer’s page and her books in all formats (including hardcover), are here!
And, of course, you can get the just-released, fantastic DOUBLE KNOT using this link.
And you can find reviews for all the Davis Way caper books as well as the interview with Gretchen Archer by clicking the links. Thank you all for participating. To me, you are all winners!
Double Knot review (link)
Cheryl, please get in touch with me. I need your snail-mail shipping address. If you don’t have my email address (though I’m quite sure everyone in the universe has my email address), you can use the contact form on “The Marilyn Page.”
Garry used to read three newspapers every day. It was partly because he was a reporter and needed to know what was going on, but also because he actually wants to know what’s happening in his world.
Me? I’ve always been a newspaper skimmer. A glance through the front page, then a rapid trip through the rest of the stories. I was always fond of The New York Times because they treated archaeological finds as headline news.
No other newspaper did (does) that.
My other favorite paper was The Vineyard Gazette, published on Martha’s Vineyard (it’s a subsidiary of The Boston Globe which is owned by The New York Times). They treated bird-sightings as important news. I felt that these papers understand the meaning of the word “news,” that it wasn’t just crime, disaster, and politics. There really are other things that are at least as important. For some of us, much more important.
Book reviews, movie reviews, news of exhibits at museums … to me these are news. I guess they don’t sell papers the way stories of fresh disasters can.
These days, politics is news of fresh disasters. I wonder if newspapers are selling better these days?
THANKS FOR THE ANGST, by Ellin Curley
Scientific studies now exist that defend
Stress as something good which we need to extend
Our productive lives, as we get on in years.
So perhaps we should fuel, not conquer our fears
And dwell on what is scary in the world today
So we can keep our minds sharp and dotage at bay.
That’s easier today than it was in the past
Thanks to round-the-clock, in your face, varied and vast
News media, that seem to excel at frightening
(But not at their job – informing and enlightening!)
Whenever we search for what we used to call “news”,
Major world events and leaders’ well-reasoned views,
The depths of human depravity appear
In bold print before our eyes or loudly in our ear.
We get endless non-reporting, in-depth and detail,
Of the endless ways in which the conscience can derail
A killer with a torture device collection,
A kidnapper with a sex slave ring connection,
A pervert who goes way beyond weird and bizarre,
A psycho who hoards, God knows what, in his car!
The news keeps us knee-deep in sickos and creeps,
Who are out there for real, not just made up for sweeps!
We’ve been programmed to be on our guard all the time
So we don’t end up being a statistic of crime.
Instead of relating with trust and with ease
We assume those we meet have a mental disease.
You’ve made everyone in the country paranoid;
We’ve all got PTSD now, according to Freud!
Then there are reports that are billed as “public service”
Which really just want to make sure that we’re nervous
About things in our house that can kill our pet,
Diseases we never heard of we’re at risk to get,
Some food or drink we give our grandkids every day
That’s been reported to sicken or kill in some way,
The “fluke” accidents that seem to daily kill and maim,
The fear we’ll die with a Darwin Award in our name.
“Petty” you may say – but the message is clear –
Vigilance is a must to live out the year.
Thanks to the media we are also aware
Of all the stupidity and ignorance out there.
Not just IN the world, but running it as well
(Running it into the ground and straight to hell)!
Instead of dealing with the problems we must solve
Leaders argue if man “appeared” or “evolved”.
Rational and civil debate has been hijacked
By arguments whether a fact is, in fact, a fact.
“Discussion” is now defined as “loud, angry yelling”
And there’s little hope of the hostilities quelling.
It feels like we’re devolving back to the cave
Or rapidly digging a species sized grave.
That’s because there are no longer systems in place
To keep PEOPLE from destroying the human race!
It may be true that we won’t lose our edge if the press
Artificially elevates our levels of stress.
But the more we’re exposed to greed and insanity,
Selfishness, prejudice, lying, inanity,
The less we care about our brains getting stronger
And our bodies thriving so we can live longer.
The bombardment of negativity we endure
Has left us conflicted, hopeless and unsure –
Do we really WANT to keep senility at bay?
Or just let our minds slip peacefully away?
Being connected and well-informed these days
Creates angst and despair in so many ways!
We often think,” Why bother getting out of bed?
Long life is a croc! We’d be better off dead”!
Today, after having postponed this appointment three times, I finally went for my annual checkup with the oncologist.
I like my oncologist. He’s a very pleasant, easy-going, friendly guy. Low key. Not an alarmist. Sensitive and sensible. But, in the end, he’s the one who will tell me if I have cancer. Again.
So, as much as I like the guy, I’m not eager to see him. Too much history.
I’ve been doing well. I’ve got more energy than I used to, probably because of all the heart surgery a couple of years ago and having a pump that actually is delivering oxygen to my body. I think my breast bone has finally knitted. I no longer hear it grinding when I move.
My double round of breast cancer is now 5-1/2 years past. This makes me an official survivor. I have no symptoms, no lumps, no nothing. I have exactly the same chance of getting some (new) kind of cancer as anyone. Maybe a little higher because it runs in my family, but basically, I am (finally) regular folks.
If you think of “refresh” as that thing you do on your computer monitor to clear up garbage and update your open apps? Today was my “refresh.”
I’m clean. My panel of tests are spot on normal. The lab lady found a live vein on the first stab, too!
It doesn’t get better than this.