W is for WordPress

I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to WordPress during a blogging challenge.

Last year, I made a decision to start a sewing blog. I did the research, asked a few writing friends, and for unknown reasons chose WordPress. It is by far the best decision I have made regarding blogging. You really can start a bog in 10 minutes.  I joined the local WordPress Meetup group, where I meet the most supportive people. If there is one in your area, I strongly encourage you to join. Afterall, WordPress is a community.

WordPress provides excellent customer service. Their tech gurus are called Happiness Engineers and to date have yet to disappoint. Occasionally, they pop up in a chat window, just to see if you need help. I love that.

I recently attended PressPublish in Phoenix, AZ. It was a conference aimed at bloggers. Yes, there are super coder people who use WordPress and yes I have learned a lot from them. This event wasn’t for them, it was just for bloggers. Those of us who share our stories, ideas, tips, recipes, etc. A day devoted to our questions and challenges. And help. And food!  Lots and lots of food. And chocolate. I love chocolate.

This was a new venue for WordPress, but it is one that I hope was successful enough that it is repeated. I know I’d sign up.

 

 

V is for Vision

My vision is inconsistent.

When I was six, the doctor discovered my pupils didn’t close. Guess that explains why my eyes were so dark; they used to say I had the gypsy eyes of my ancestors. I thought it was a joke, until I found out that there really were gypsies in my family. That could actually explain a lot.

I wore glasses well into my thirties and then had almost 20/20 vision for about 5 years and then it was back to glasses for me.

My corneas look like a topographical map of San Diego. Smooth like the ocean in some spots, bumpy like the mountains in others. Corneas are like windows and when they’re messed up, well you just can’t see that well. Lack of moisture makes it worse and since I live in the desert it is a constant battle.  This may or may not have been caused by a virus.

An eye doctor told me once that if I wore hard contacts it may help, but because I need tri-focals, I’d still have to wear glasses. Sticking hard disks on my eyeballs everyday AND glasses too. I don’t think so. Option 2: get my corneas smoothed off. Imagine sanding your eyes with a laser. And I’d have to go to Canada to get it done. Nothing against Canada. Again NO.

I’ve learned to live with it. I use eye drops, blink a lot when my vision gets blurry, and increase the font size when possible. Before computers, I’d be limited to the big size Reader’s Digest. I am seriously grateful that isn’t the case.

Luckily, I have options and that is always a good thing.

U is for Understanding

I wish there was a little less judging and a little more understanding going on in the world right now.

Everyone struggles with something. Some you can see; others aren’t so obvious.

The truth is that you can’t really understand what someone else is going through no matter how hard you try. You can’t really walk in someone else’s shoes. Their triumphs and defeats are theirs alone along with their strengths and weaknesses. You can listen, but you end up blending what you hear with your own experiences; it’s just not the same. Return to the beginning of this paragraph and repeat.

So, I wish there was a little less judging going on in the world right now.

T is for Time

Timing May Actually be EVERYTHING!

I’ll admit getting a little behind in the A-Z Blog Challenge and I may had mistakenly scheduled this post to be published today before it was written. My bad.

Time Heals All Wounds

Does it? Heal, I mean. I think there are some wounds that never go away. The loss of a parent comes to mind, or a child (I hope to never experience that one), or anyone in your life. Yep, I think that’s a wound that doesn’t heal. It gets easier, but the scars help define who we are.

Daylight Savings Time

I live in one of the few parts of the US that doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time. Originally, I think there was some merit to following this twice a year screw with your clock ritual. Not so much anymore.

Where did the time go?

Ever notice how every year, say on someone’s birthday, we ask the same question? The answer is: it doesn’t go anywhere, it just passes. That being said, I will caution everyone that it passes much quicker the older one gets. Ok, that’s not really true, but it sure feels like it.

S is for Science

Science is an antonym for Art.

Art is a synonym for Science.

Who makes these decisions?

I see science in art all the time. Take the color wheel; a tool used by all kinds of artists both consciously and unconsciously. Yet, when you first learn about color in school, it is usually in a science class during a lesson on light.

What about architecture? Is this not a discipline in the arts? The design of a building, yet dependent upon engineering to bring it off the paper.

Many will say a landscape; any landscape, is a piece of art. What makes those textures, dimensions, and color that creates such a beautiful picture? Foliage and geology, to name a few. Yep, another science.

Chefs are artists, but without science, we’d all be eating….I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t taste good.

So, without science, art wouldn’t be.

And

Without art, science would have no purpose.