Friday, September 10th, 2010

My Darling B took the day off from work today to spend it at the annual quilting expo that comes to the convention center. She was there when the doors opened at eight and didn’t come home until almost two o’clock this afternoon. She was exhausted. The place was jammed with silver-haired women who spent as much time, maybe even more time, gathering together in immovable clusters to chat with one another, as opposed to looking at the quilts. B wore herself out trying to elbow past them. “They won’t move for anything,” she said, “but they sure aren’t bashful about shoving you out of their way.”

She was so tired when she got home that she had to lie down for about an hour to recharge her batteries … after we went to Java Cat for a couple tasty dishes of gelato. Nothing helps calm your jittery nerves like gelato. Have you ever eaten really good gelato? It’s like ice cream, only creamier. I really shouldn’t eat it on account of my unfortunate reaction to dairy products, but I find that if I down a couple doses of lactase I can enjoy a small helping of gelato … if I make sure that, for the next half-hour, I won’t be in a confined space with other people. Outdoors is best, with a brisk wind blowing. No, don’t inhale. You’re downwind.

Backing up a bit, I passed a couple hours this morning tinkering with my web site. When I put it together three or four years ago, the pages were arranged with a modicum of sense to them, but I never had the site mapped out, so as I added pages I patched them together in a way that sort of made sense but when all was said and done resembled a 1927 Ford Model A held together with bent coat hangers. Not very well done. So I had another go at it today, bringing together all the component files I have assembled over the years and trying to put them together with some sense to the assembly this time. I’m not entirely sure I’ve pulled it off, but I’ll leave that for others to decide. I’m happy with it for now.

After getting my web site in order, all that was left was to get it on line. For almost two years it’s resided on a server set up by my brother who kept it like a puppy in his living room where he trained it like a professional, but about three months ago he got a new job and moved from the big city to a far-off land. The server ended up in connected to an internet provider that assigns a new IP address every other day, or every other week, depending on the phase of the moon, the whim of the gods, the direction the wind is blowing or one of a dozen other factors. That’s why drivel would sometimes disappear for a week, then remain on-line for two weeks, then disappear again.

Because he had so much more to think about than whether or not the server was working correctly, I felt like an absolute cretin when I complained about the web site being down. In actual fact, I was an absolute cretin for complaining, considering that he was providing his services for no cost at all and the whole world is not hanging on every word I write. But as it turns out, I’m addicted to blogging. I know this because I seemed to suffer some of the same symptoms of withdrawal – cold sweats, loss of memory, a compelling desire to eat every single thing in the refrigerator that isn’t green with mold – felt by anyone who snorts cocaine, shoots up heroin or smokes two packs of Camels a day. I was willing to stab the eyes out of anyone if it would satisfy my habit. So I set up this web site. It’s a weird hobby, but most of them are, when you think about it. Especially golf.

We All Have Our Hobbies | 11:26 am CDT
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