He came around the bend,
handsome like Clark Kent, younger than expected, a shy grin on his face,
motioning with his hand that dons a thumb ring (I have a thing for rings,) that
he is with me, as long as I am Paula. He seems genuinely surprised that I want
to treat him to a coffee, or perhaps a carton of milk? Snack?
“Cranberry” leaks out of
his mouth when the laptop wouldn’t cooperate during our jam session. No, it honestly
doesn’t carry an exclamation point behind it. More like a statement than a
negative response. How charming!
Talk of widgets, links, tables,
layout, overriding code, header/footer images, templates, schedulers,
calendars, blog posts and image inserts plagues me with vexation. A slow
server, choreographing several tabs, security warnings and stuff sends me
spinning, fervorantly (ok, I made up that word) slurping my-mistake-caffeinated
coffee. Mr. D calmly jots notes on his phone/mini-computer thingamajig and
moves onto my next outrageous request.
My website collage
material is eeking along during the two hour conversation, sprinkled with
comments like “That drove me nuttier that a forest
full of stuffed squirrels” I am delighted. Today, we choose to scrap the old
website and begin anew, much to everyone’s relief (you, him, me, and the other
hundreds of thousands of my future website followers ). Scratching through
“bad” *bad* *bad* *bad* developing
and outdated technology (I am unfamiliar with either, so I remain unfettered)
leads us to this conclusion.
All I
know is, I feel as though I am in “Allstate Hands” and can relax, create my
blogs, write my e-books, schedule with the photographer, process the
bookkeeping, sort stuff, and drink stand-up-and-shout coffee.
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