I bought this porch swing six years ago, remembering how much I had loved sitting on a similar one at my grandparents’ house. But the years passed and my grandchildren were too busy running, jumping and playing to want to sit on the swing. Then came the pandemic and it turned out that the space between my chair and a person sitting on the swing was 6 feet, the required space to communicate without masks. Now each evening as it cools off a little I can sit and talk to one or the other of them face to face. It almost seems normal!
I am forced today to deal with the new WordPress editor. I know that they warned, threatened, cautioned, coaxed and tried their best to convince me that it was going to happen. Still, somehow, I stayed in denial until today. I am going to try to muddle through. Clearly no one in charge thought of the stupidity of introducing a new editor in the middle of a pandemic. I suspect they are related to the “leader” of my country who is now proposing a cut in the capital gains tax (benefiting only the very richest) instead of tackling the massive unemployment situation.
But as we have gathered, I am not in charge, either of WordPress or of the present regime. My granddaughter suggests I think about romance instead. She may have a point!