I had/have a problem with WordPress and my computer. I had h— getting the Foundlings Four photos to work in a slide show the way that I intended. I worked and worked with the cotton-pickin pics for over an hour plus. I am apparently (aged) and (computer) challenged for I could not get the slide show to work as I wanted. So, when I have time, I need to practice again and again and again!!!! The story below is rather long and detailed. Just skim over, you won’t miss much. I need to work on some of these long stories as well and condense -sort of like Readers’ Digest style or even less.
That old saying that less is better, I think is true where blogs are concerned. But when I initially began writing these pet stories I had not intended them for Internet viewing. Pet stories were over in Word Process and my dear daughter suggested that I write a blog. She believed that I needed some kind of shock, in the form of rentless suggesting to get over the shock of what my changed life was doing to me. The answer was grief therapy, in the form of writing. So she decided that blogging on her web site would help me tremendously. Well- it did to a degree. What she suggested created a monster in the form of an addiction. So any young people out there that are planning your parent/s activities be careful. You might get more than what you expected.
Now, my daughter says that all I do is blog writing, editing photos, and piddling with my camera. What does this child of mine want me to do? I have thought of several answers and I am sorry but I am not the knitting kind. I am not into social groups, wine tasting tours, travel, or card playing, I don’t like to rock unless it is to dance to “rock and roll.” I no longer watch TV and I am not a real social kind of person. So if any if you out there care to offer some suggestions, fire away. So now my daughter says I have a problem. Well, I think I do. The perceived problem actually became a problem.
The Foundlings Four follows this brief interruption of irrelevant complaining.