A sponge will soak up water or most any other liquid. But once it is full, you’ll have to really squeeze it out to make it absorbent again. Perhaps it is the same with my brain. It turns out that what I thought (in yesterdday’s post) was a horrible new thing introduced by WP.com was actually some kind of malware on my computer. It’s certainly a relief to know that nothing is or even was really wrong with my site. I am reminded again of the webmaster 101 lesson to always check your site on other computers to see it as other users will. Sometimes it seems to me I really do end up learning some of the same lessons over and over. I don’t know whether (as my friend Tiffany has suggested) that means that I am not quite grasping the correct lesson or if perhaps there really is a cyclical nature to life’s problems.
When I hear the word patter, I think of ‘the patter of little feet’ used to describe children hurrying to the living room on early Christmas morning, hoping to catch of a glimpse of Santa Claus on the job. I don’t really remember how old I was when I realized that Santa was just story and that parents buy all of the presents, although I will timidly admit that I still do believe in Santa Claus. And I always clap for Tinker Bell when I see Peter Pan. Even if I have grown up. At least sort of.
For some reason the word birthday has me thinking of my late huzband, Joel. One year we went to Bucca di Beppo (a rather unusual chain restaurant featuring family style Italian fare) and someone took a picture of him in those very decorated surroundings. Joel later photoshopped a crown onto his head. It was a very good job of photoshopping and many were fooled that he was actually wearing a crown in the picture, seated behind an elaborate candelabra and raising a toast like some king or emperor. I really miss him. My thanks today to Doug Wolfgram for suggesting the words and Kelly-Jane whose sponge cake with jam and cream provided today’s image.