Sadly beautiful

Slow lane

My days in real life are non stop but not on the net. There I opt for the slow lane, taking a detour, a rest here and there. Young wiz kids pass me by, right left and centre. I really don’t care. Somehow I will end up in the same destination, maybe a week, a month a year later but hey! I at least enjoyed the ride. My Virb page has had my attention for the last few weeks and slowly I’m getting the look I aim for. Not having had any experience with CSS I find it takes me longer to adjust then it would have a couple of years ago. Starting out in ’99 I mastered basic HTML really quickly. I even did a basic course online to make my own homepage (not that I ever did. There are too many, easy to work with options to be found all over the place).
Now somehow the idea of finding a course to master CSS just doesn’t appeal to me. I just can’t be bothered to invest time to learn a whole new ‘language”. I think I’m going to stick to the slow lane from now on and enjoy the view

Refreshed

Every time I came to this blog I was getting more and more depressed by the drab brown wallpaper. So not me at all. I love vibrant clear colours, sparkling yellows, summer sky blue, and minty green. I spend most of yesterday trying to exchange the ready to go stuff with something I made myself. The background code was no problem. I even managed to get the background colour of the middle table changed, but not inserting my own header. After hopping from blog to blog I only found a few who managed to get their own self-made headers in….in three parts? What’s up with that? Somehow old fashioned HTML has been replaced by something I don’t understand. After a lot of (under my breath) cursing, uploading a lot of tiles to be discarded again, I opted to use a different template instead. Still not my own work, but at least this one makes me feel a lot happier..

The promise

The sun feels warm on the back of my winter coat. A couple of magpie’s are adding a new layer to their already giant nest high up in the still leafless poplar. The sound of birds singing and or calling out to each other everywhere. Excitement fills the air. Our park is unusually busy on this Sunday afternoon. Couples with kids, youngsters on inline skates and people on bikes. Lots of activity on the pond too. Drakes chasing after a female who doesn’t seem to be in the mood yet. The unpopular intruding Egyptian goose claiming the little island for him and his mate to breed, nosily chasing every other water bird away. Japanese cherries already in bloom, showing vibrant pink, bushes coming to life sprouting soft green leaves. Yellow the colour of the weeping willow. My senses are on full alert. I feel, see, hear and smell the promise of spring in the air. The dog on my side oblivious to everything, her eyes fixed on the ball on my hand

Pulling away

She is pulling away. A little more every day. It seems like just a few months ago that it was something she was thinking about, now she’s on a serious search for her own place. She already checked out a few available rooms, but up till now the one she is looking for wasn’t among them. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time. She wants it so badly. All of a sudden she is out every night. Not in our own town but somewhere out there. Her student travel pass makes it too easy. The last train back is the rule, not the exception. The last part of her journey home, on her bike, alone in the night.
The last couple of weeks I have seen her die a thousand different ways in my imagination and every time I die a little too

Virb

Stro ( a fellow Dutch blogger) was kind enough to offer me a beta account for the new and upcoming Virb. The people behind it are Unborn Media. This great program will outshine MySpace and Hyves by far. I’m having a little trouble getting my layout right, but I’m sure that you youngsters out there will have this stuff licked in no time
I have 15 beta accounts to give away. If you are interested please let me know and I will send you an invitation

WWW

Weekend, infinite piles of washing await me. The renovation of the bathroom finished, which means that I finally can remove the dust that has settled. First things first though. Email. A quick visit to my blogs, a reaction here, there, everywhere, more mail. I find a new challenge and since I can’t resist anything that sounds, looks, smells like one I apply.
I do a little cleaning, change the sheets, more washing added to the pile. In passing I surf for the perfect hotel in Tuscany, our destination this summer, and of course, new mail
The infinite pile of washing can wait. The www needs my attention much more.

Gravity

Despite the fact that my scales announce a decline in weight, my favourite pair of jeans seems to get tighter by the week. I could blame the dryer, but the jeans are old and have been washed and dried many times. Being me, I let a problem like that stick to my brain like a duck to water and I won’t stop swimming until I figured it out. The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that my bodily decline is finally setting in with full force. All the excess weight that used to be around my body, starting just below my breasts, is descending rapidly to my, already extensive but up to now reasonably shaped, behind.
Gravity sucks!