Photo Gallery seems to have poofed
The photo gallery seems to have stopped working. Of course, what should I expect with software that is 10 years out of date? I will try to get it back online (assuming anyone still wants it there). The Miva Conference photos still work in that gallery so perhaps I could use that app for these. FYI, there probably won’t be any more MivaCon photos. I think I’ve lost my “Miva Princess” status after 25 years.
On side notes, I’m able to slowly stop using the back brace, the fracture is healing nicely. My poor spine, it’s had a portion cut out of it, it’s been fused and now cemented. The last “incident” has made the minor curvature a bit more noticeable. Ah, but isn’t life grand?
I’m still standing…
Should I keep this blog going?
Whenever I have to stop by and run updates to the blog software, I ask myself if I should keep trying to update it. It’s not that I don’t have anything I’d like to “say”, it’s just that sometimes I either don’t have the time or it’s something better left unsaid. I do like my monologues because it allows me to say what is on my mind without the feeling of intimidation looming. But then I may be the only one that likes them. At one point in my life, they were very cathartic and I felt somewhat of a connection being made. Now I don’t really feel either.
I have three other blogs that are even more neglected than this one and I have ideas for another one. The one I’m pondering would be great if it could be truly anonymous but then if someone really (really) wanted to figure out who it was, it could be done probably in less than a day. That’s not just worth the hassle.
One reminder – if you call and don’t leave a message, how will I know you called?
It’s Been a Year
What an open-ended statement. Yes, it has been a year since my dad passed away. It’s been a year since my mother-in-law passed away. It’s been a year filled with yet another ending like 2021’s.
For all you betting that it would be my knees to be “rebuilt” first, you would have lost. The first piece of titanium that has put me on the road to becoming a bionic woman was placed in my neck. I had to have my C-7 and T-1 vertebra fused together with an (as the doctor put it) postage stamp-sized piece of metal and a couple of screws that I will get to keep forever.
I’ve had a “few” surgeries (8 on my knees alone) but this was the first one that really scared me. Scared me to the point that made me realize I really do need to “get my affairs in order” (as they say). Geez, I don’t even know where I’d like to be buried. I say, if you plan to visit my grave on a regular basis, then let’s make it nearby. If not, then maybe Quantico National Cemetery.
Then there has been the talk of when I will retire. That would need to be separated into two answers, one would be when would I start drawing Social Security and when would I actually stop working. While I have a timeframe in mind for the first half of the question, I don’t have an answer for the second half. I don’t have a lot of answers…