Well, jeezalou, once again Mrs. G. has subdued social networking, outplayed it really. What writer of blogs really wants readers to be able to locate her? Only the kind of internet wizard who has received dozens of emails from women mainly asking, "Did you move your blog? Where is it? I've had more luck spotting an Ivory-Billed Woodpecker; can you help me find it?"
This spot was supposed to be a temporary placeholder for the new blog format Mrs. G. is in the process of creating. As is often the case, reality -- tedious, tedious reality -- has foiled her plans to build a website from the ground up in sixteen days, because, guess what, this is a hard task for a woman who has learned everything she knows about technology from the Amish and been too stubborn to ask for help. The new concept is interesting, the new banner is cool. Man oh man, you should see the stunning sidebar, but the other stuff required for a functioning site, the kind of stuff like, say, visible words on it, is
So, she said self-consciously, let's move back over here until Mrs. G. has succeeded or failed in concocting her vision.
Mrs. G. understands your exasperation. While some of you understand she is enamored with change, no doubt others of you consider her a habitual smoker of pipe dreams. You'd both be right.
Thank you for your patience, Dear Reader. As you must know by now, Mrs. G. has always been a crapshoot.
