I didn’t write anything yesterday. I went to bed at 7:30 with a headache instead.
Yesterday was the 23rd of November 2016.
I started writing here on 23rd of November 2012.
That means the blog turned 4, and I didn’t even acknowledge it :(.
Luckily Claudette came to the rescue and congratulated it for me..
Thank you 🙂
4 years are a long time, but also not very long.
It’s gone fast, but also very slowly.
I am the same, but also very different.
My writing’s changed (a bit), but my subjects haven’t changed (much).
My blog hasn’t changed (much) since then, but my knowledge has (a lot). Since then I have made a very basic website for DB’s company, a very basic website for my molecules, and started to make one for a committee I’m part of, until they decided they didn’t think it was necessary to inform anyone about what they do. I have tested adding forums and making comment forms and polls and making page templates and even tried a tiny bit of code (which I have abandoned for some time in the future when I have more than a handful of spare minutes).
I am nowhere near close to being ‘good’ at making websites, but I am getting ‘better’. I noticed how much time I must’ve spent on here over the years when I was writing to a group of people yesterday who are trying to create a website, and having most of them think I was talking about flying to the moon when I used words like WordPress or themes or PlugIn or WordFence or multiple editors or posting-by-email.
Here’s to the next four(+) years and the next part of the learning curve :).
It’s nearly my birthday, which means it’s mincemeat making month 🙂
Originally I planned to spend Sunday afternoon chopping apples and peeling lemons and squeezing oranges in a yearly tradition of stickiness. Then a phone conversation happened and I ran out of afternoon before I ran out of things to say.
When I got home from work today, I discovered that the first of the lemons I washed on Sunday were peacefully going mouldy at the bottom of the fruit bowl.
Time to wash the rest, and get started on the mincemeat project.
Just when everything was in the saucepan and I thought I was almost finished, I broke my wooden spoon.
Last weekend I went back to the fish market. I didn’t get there until about half an hour before the end, thanks to yoga, but there were still fish on offer.
Some of the sellers remembered me from last time, and some I spoke to for the first time.
One, when I asked him what his fish needed in order to be happy, shook with laughter and said he’d never heard of happy fish before. Apparently I am the first person he’s spoken to who wants their fish to be happy, as opposed to healthy, or the right colour, or good at producing young.
I think happy is a good criteria.
I came home with 21 new fish…
I’m going to need a fourth aquarium soon, at this rate ;).