Friday, January 12, 2007

A wintery morning

Blogger has it out for my resolution to blog more. Ever since they upgraded to a newer version (that to me, looks completely the same, except for the ability to "tag" things - this term makes me feel slighly illegal, like a very untalented graffiti artist or some angry teenager with a can of paint), the publishing part of blogging is unreliable. And really, what's the point of blogging if you can't publish? And what's the point of sitting down to write if, when you click that button, you are faced with a list of error messages that make no sense?

Well, hope springs eternal, and here I am. Speaking of spring, I can't wait. While parts of the country are puzzled by seeing brown grass instead of snow, and all the warm temperatures, we are freezing here in sunny California. I have been wearing my flannel pajamas for too many nights to count. I'm not sure if I'd be quite so grumpy about the temperature if I weren't so old - I guess complaining about the weather is one of those things that kicks in at mid-life, like a compulsion to talk about your doctor and compare medications with people at a party.

OK, that was two paragraphs of complaints - my goal was to write about stuff I like. Birds at the feeder, Rosie O'Donnell's imitation of Donald Trump, a cup of hot coffee, the NY Times, especially on Monday when I can be sure I'll finish the crossword puzzle. On Fridays, I just throw up my hands in disgust and amazement. How could the puzzle makers be so clever as to come up with THREE phrases that run across the complete width of the square, all the same length, that fit together for down words as well? I get so overwhelmed thinking about their brilliance and process, that I can barely look at the clues.

I'm alone with Lola and my coffee this morning, as Barb is in Los Angeles. I'll join her there tonight for a quick weekend visit to celebrate some birthdays (not ours). We are going to be staying at a place called the "Sportsman's Lodge". I guess it is "historical" - for LA, that means it's been around for more than 25 years and there was probably some wood involved in its construction. I hope it's been upgraded. I think they could have upgraded the name to be more gender-inclusive: "The Sportperson's Lodge"; "The Sporty Lodge"; "The Lodge". It could be that just the name is the historical part, and it's been completely re-built.

Well, here goes - let's see if this post gets published!! I'll tag it for good luck.

1 comment:

Robin - Erithacus rubecula said...

well fancy that! the tag worked....

Are you sure its not the SportsMENSs Lodge and not the SportsMANS? Does that mean that there will be more than one sportsman running around....oh heck! Enjoy!