What Happens When an Idiot Tries to Blog

So my wherewanders.com blog is down AGAIN. It's hopelessly broken. I need my in residence website repair team (my son) to fix it, but since he works full time and is attending college he doesn't have a lot of time for these things and I can't simply go whimpering off to him every time I manage to kill said website. Who knows how long it will be flat-lining????

As you may have noticed, I've been revamping this blogspot blog and transferring the posts that used to be here and adding posts that were written at wherewanders. This is because I'm tired of being stupid. BlogSpot allows me to be as inept as I please and my blog still works. 

Switching blog sites not once, but twice is blogging suicide, but apparently I care more for my own sanity than yours! Good luck finding me! 

Anyway, blogging was supposed to be a hobby, a relaxing hobby... not one that makes me want to destroy things. So welcome back! Browse around! Enjoy! I'm going to go punch something...

Bad Hair Day?

I had a conversation with my daughter this morning. It went like this:

Me- "My hair is boring today."
Daughter - "That's what hair does. It sits there being hair, a bunch of dead cells just laying around on your head."
Me- "Maybe that's what goes wrong. I think my hair is boring so I decide I need to get a haircut so it will do something."
Daughter- "Hair is either boring or it does something weird."
Me- "So boring hair is a good thing?"
Daughter- "Yes."
Me- "But I always thought my hair should do something."

She doesn't really respond to this, just shakes her head in a pitying way as she walks off.

I'm left thinking.... hmmm.... all this time I've been trying to get my hair to do something. Suddenly all the years and years of bad hair make more sense than I would like to admit....

New Beginnings

Life gets tough sometimes. Adversity is part of our experience.
Sometimes good things happen.

I have lupus. It's been in remission so long the doctor suggested I try going outside a bit again. Now this doesn't mean I get to go crazy. I go out in the early morning and come in before it even has a chance to get hot.

I dig around in the dirt, pull out weeds and water stuff. My yard is starting to look ok again just from the little bit of time I put in every morning. I'm starting to feel okay again too, just from that little bit of time that I can commune with nature. It's remarkable. People weren't meant to stay inside all the time.

There have been fruits of my labors. Literally. I've had strawberries, sweet cherries, raspberries, sour cherries and now peaches. Nothing tastes like sun ripened fruit straight out of my own yard, weeded, watered and cared for by me.

When tough things happen, I like to go outside and work in my yard. I can't express how grateful I am to have this outlet opened back up to me. Being sick is no fun, but having an important coping mechanism removed at the same time makes it almost unbearable. For me doing nothing but sitting in a chair outside is paradise and one I hope will never be taken away again.