That was more than a month ago; so how come you’re still talking about it?
It turns out it’s “posterior tibial tendonitis,” and so far it’s only getting worse. Back and forth to doctors for X-rays and the latest “look see” was an MRI. The giant boot initially prescribed for me was unusable, because it throws off my other foot/leg. I am trying to remind myself to be thankful for the good things I have; however, if I didn’t come from a long line of “buckuppers” I’d be lost.
Wouldn’t you say you’ve always been a bit lost?
Ha, Ha. At this point that’s not even funny. It’s more like I’m stranded here.
And what exactly do you mean by stranded?
Unfortunately I selected an age on the dial which put me in a semi dementia state, and I just can’t remember where I left my time machine. In other words I’ve misplaced it…
What are you talking about?
What’s that? I still don’t get it.
There is a tiny wafer (see arrow.) When/if you take communion, the priest gives it to you.
Well, so what? Why do you still have it? Aren’t you supposed to eat it?
“Technically” you are supposed to eat it, but I found it tasted like cardboard or styrofoam. Since I found out it tasted so awful, I can’t bear to eat it.
So what do you do with it?
I surreptitiously slip it into my pocket. Hence, I have the body of Christ and the bread of heaven in my pocket.
Don’t you think that’s blasphemy? And it’s not in your pocket anymore; it’s lying on the celestial navigation thing, or whatever it is.
No, it’s self preservation. And oh, think about it celestial is an appropriate place to put down roots.
AhO… where are you going with this? Put down roots? What?
What does that mean…? Exactly
It’s not good.
Well I didn’t think so; although my brain seems to working correctly.
There’s a Joani Mitchell lyric on the title song of the “Big Yellow Taxi” album, and it says, “You don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone.” So, I’ve added that line to the words I live by. There are 2 more lines in my book of words to live by. One of them is “Wherever you go, there you are;” I don’t know the origin of those words. The other is, “Now will never come again,” and those words when first heard by me were spoken by Jean-Luc Picard, (Patrick Steward) a Star Trek captain. The words to live by book, of course remains unfinished…
What does all that have to do with, “Sprained Ankle Sprains Brain?
After the sprained ankle, and the loss of my ability to walk properly (pain free), I soon realized just how marvelous that was. When I finally recover my unappreciated ability, I hope never to go that way again. I think, “Wherever you go, there you are,” and “Now will never come again” are 2 sides of the same coin. AaHa… maybe we could sell it as cryptocurrency. See that’s a bit of a brain sprain, like a bitcoin.
You know sometimes you’re just plain silly. So much so, I have no words for it; let alone questions.
What kind of night are you blathering about?
Hey wait a minute; I don’t blather. I’d rather…
Oh no, here it goes. Watch out… It’s liable to turn into word salad any time you’re not paying attention. Is “those” a homophone?
No, but I thought it was for a moment, and please don’t ask me why. “Those nights” are the nights when you wakeup at 1:00 AM, and toss around for an hour or more. Finally you leap out of bed; throwing covers and nagging thoughts to the side. However, then I must deal with my kitty cat Luna, and she expects to be fed. Just like those nagging thoughts, she keeps popping up in unexpected places.
What unexpected places?
The Luna Program:
function fed me;
if UnderDesk = mess with DSL phone line connection;
else if TopDesk = go behind display;
else if workTable = throw usb flash drives to floor;
if UnderDesk TopDesk and WorkTable = 0;
race madly from room to room; End if;
You do know that’s not really code, right?
Luna doesn’t care if there are errors in the code. That’s the source code she came with. Who am I to dispute the ultimate designer?
Hey wait a minute; I ask the questions around here.
Let’s see a “portrait” of Luna. My kitty cat’s portrait confirms FeatherLight is working correctly.
Now what? I do know you love to fiddle; just don’t get carried away!
Yada, yada, yada; don’t worry, it won’t be the coffin they carry me off in.
So this site is setup and functioning perfectly. The WordPress install was done manually, and the plugins I need have been downloaded and activated. SSL certificate installed on Godaddy hosting.
How come you installed it manually, rather use the Godaddy WordPress App?
Moving a WordPress site made with the Godaddy App is a pain in the ass to bring over, if you change from Godaddy to a different hosting server. Rediculous! Check out this WP beginner info to see what I mean. My motto like the girl/boy scouts is “Be Prepared;” so… just don’t go there.
So I’ve created what I guess at the moment is a second blog.
How come? You’re not posting on Artattackcentral.com; what makes you think you’ll be posting here? And it looks like you’re going to use the same format. I’m not sure I’m up to asking all the questions. I’ll give it go and see if you have any answers. So don’t you need to install some widgets, for photos and other “cool stuff?”
Yeah that’s right, I at least need to add “featherlight.” Just so you know, I might change it up and then you won’t even be here!