The first week my husband started this blog for me WordPress placed us up for the best of the newbies. I got in touch with her to say congrats and hello and we’ve had a relationship for many years yet have never met.
Before my time is gone I would like to meet her. We know about our families and friends yet have not ever had the chance to greet each other in person.
We’re both “foodies” and I’d love to meet her in the market in her town. Cheers! Dee
That’s what I’m put in at now every day on your new system, nearing 100,000 posts. Think about it before you declare me “uncategorized” before I get to make a choice as a top contributor. I deserve to choose.
Google Chrome is leaving us
Me and dear dog Zoe
Her best friends have left again
Please don’t say it’s so
Something must go well, this world
A new computer may help pave the way
COBRA may give this girl
A license to live another day.
And Uncategorized WordPress may do so as well. Cheers from Dee and Zoe
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I had trouble writing in high school. In college I was popular because of my vintage portable electric typewriter, the original Smith-Corona 1957. I wrote my paper first then the other gals stood in line. And I bought the ribbons!
During college I wrote talent agents and entertainers, read riders et al. Then I worked for government and analyzed legislation. After that, I wrote mission and vision statements and materials for non-profit organizations and wrote bylaws for non-profits where I was a Trustee.
In 2008 my husband said I needed to write. While on Thanksgiving vacation at his family’s home he created an account for me. It is not a traditional account because he’s a software genius but WordPress is my host.
You gave me the courage to speak from my heart and write 500 words in 15 minutes that would have taken days years ago on my Smith-Corona. I’ve traveled the country and bring my heaviest “laptop” ever that now goes for $6 on eBay! My aunt gave it to me, she bought it new, for my high school graduation.
I’d like to think my thoughts are more important than the pencil I used to convey those thoughts. 84,000 hits, not bad for a niche blog. I will not monetize my site nor will I keep from telling readers what I think that day. It could be that no-one stops at the crosswalk I had painted after contentious buy-in from both city and county, or my version of Lady Bird Johnson’s 1962 Pedernales River Chili that she served JFK and 5,000 guests at the Ranch.
Sworn to 1.000 posts I’m shy of 3,000 to retire. Yes, readers and followers are my buddies and friends. I’ve never met PDXKnitterati but we’ve been friends since our first week when we were named “best.” I wrote about how to eat a Concord grape, that is still my most famous post. She knitted me a hat and introduced me to a singer, Juni Fisher. I hired Juni for a gig for Nanny’s 82nd birthday and she signed two CD’s to PDX. Juni has stayed with us many times since then and I’ve never met PDX.
Thank you for bringing new friends into my life through writing. Dee
Now you, WordPress, are harassing me to sign in again to not get your Improved Posting Experience.
You reject my password repeatedly and will not allow me access. I’ve a number of readers around the world and they may not like the fact that you’re shutting me out as a writer. I may not make it to the head of a rope line these days but there are minds at stake here.
When I began years ago you championed writers. Now you go with flash and not substance. If I was 20 and clubbing you’d be with me, instead I’ve experience and a mind and a willingness and ability to write and all you do is ask for my password and dismiss me.
Readers, this month I turned 57 and you like my recipes and stories. Please ask WordPress to let me back in. Cheers! Dee
is changing its tactics by changing numbers. Today they challenged me and said I’ve never had an account with them, yet in my dashboard I’ve 67,119 viewers and 2,205 posts.
All I did was ask them a simple question, which I will provide to local and national media. Let’s see if they print this first. Cheers! Dee
I have bay leaves. I buy them fresh once a year. Then they are washed and dried, placed in a bag in the freezer for use in soups and stews and stocks all year. Even my mother thought that was a good idea and I used her frozen bay leaves to make her stock when she was sick.
When my sisters cared for her they brought canned stock. She said “Dee always made it herself.” That’s probably the most praise from her for the child she never wanted and never cared for and only, on her deathbed, said “Get me a glass of water, please.” I was always grateful for the “please” and went back to hurricane land but awakened the moment of her death, took the dog to the Park and awaited the call that came from my sisters two hours later.
I arranged to donate her eyes as she had requested. My sisters were angry at the time it took but it was a good thing. She was cremated and her ashes scattered. It’s been five years but aside from those words and the Priest I got her, I haven’t heard from her in over seven years, but I did say “I love you, Mom” at Last Rites. That’s another story.
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Why does WordPress help people write and not help people negotiate WordPress and how to better their site? I’m not talking about monetizing it, just making it better.
Should we have bartering so I can help people write and others can help me with technical aspects? All I know is that sometimes I awaken at night and need to put something down on paper to do tomorrow or write an email or post.
I have to get the thoughts out of me, which was not always the case. I was afraid of writing, that I’d never be good enough. Now I can write this in minutes but am terrified of writing a novel. Bigger things. Shovel snow enough and you’ll get it.
Walk your dogs for 20 years and you have stories to tell.
Bartering, WordPress? Think about it. Cheers! Dee
WordPress helps us learn
how to blog, get out our thoughts
Thanks for all the hits
For most of my life, I never liked olives. By the age of eight I could make Dad the perfect vodka martini with a splash of vermouth and olive with something weird in the middle.
Roasted (or boiled) red pepper, and tasteless olive. When I first encountered a real olive I didn’t appreciate it. I started appreciating good olive oil. Then I thought, why don’t I like olives?
It started with Nicoise, when I made the salad. I loved the saltiness and tang.
I have many to go but fell in love with the Kalamata. It is very expensive in a glass bottle, brined.
If you have a specialty store around, buy a quart container of brined Kalamatas at an “olive bar.” I buy them with pits. Buy them without, for now.
Have olive oil on hand as well as other accoutrements.
Drain the olives. Fit mason jars with lids. Crush garlic, rosemary, thyme, peppercorns, crushed red pepper flakes, whatever you want! Top with good olive oil. Cover completely with oil. Cover tightly with lids and sit out on the counter at least 48 hours, then you can refrigerate as needed.
Please save the oil. Use it after your guests have eaten all your tasty olives. Marinating in olive oil tames the brininess, gives the olives a sense of themselves and whatever herbs you’ve chosen to use. Happy marinating!
Cooking with Dee 