Thursday, August 13, 2015

Message To Heart In Hand (And I've Lost Your E-Mail Address) Plus Other Stuff

All right. This is going to be a rant and a rave.
Not really. I mean, I just took a walk and didn't die so there is that to be grateful for. Oh, fuck it. There's so much to be grateful for but still, I have a few things I'd like to bitch about, the main one being fucking WORDPRESS, fuck them and the evil horse they rode in on.
Here's the deal-once, a long, long time ago when I was left alone as a hunter's widow and had too much time on my hands, I signed up on WordPress and started one or two blogs there which I NEVER told anyone about and then completely abandoned. However, it would appear that according to the terms of the agreement you must agree to in order to start blogging with Word Press, you can never really terminate your account. I give you this:

  1. Termination. Automattic may terminate your access to all or any part of the Website at any time, with or without cause, with or without notice, effective immediately. If you wish to terminate this Agreement or your account (if you have one), you may simply discontinue using the Website. All provisions of this Agreement which by their nature should survive termination shall survive termination, including, without limitation, ownership provisions, warranty disclaimers, indemnity and limitations of liability. 
Now this would be just fucking fine EXCEPT FOR THE FACT that any time I try to comment on a WordPress blog it is almost impossible as they want me to comment under my WordPress account and I do not care to. Some blogs allow me to comment using my Google account but this involves signing in, signing out, blah, blah, blah. 
Which I often do anyway BUT, some blogs will simply not let my comments be published no matter what I do. 

HEART IN HAND- this means you. Also, darling YOLIE!
I have no idea why some will allow me to comment and some just give me an error message. 
But this disturbs me. 
And I'm sorry. Ah- the foolish mistakes we make when we are young. (I was probably still in my early fifties when I did that which now seems young.)

Okay. Enough about that. 
(Grumble, grumble, grumble.)

I slept about eleven hours last night. Or maybe ten. A bunch of them at any rate. 
Like a brick. Like a stone, cold brick. Although I did have crazy dreams and I'm back to dreaming about the houses and all the stoves that sort of work and sort of do not work and there was a music festival and my husband was extradited to Canada for illegally shooting game there via tiny, tiny bullets he shot into Google images of their forests. He couldn't even see the animals in the images! It was entirely random and not even possible which was his defense in the matter but in the meantime, he decided he did not love me. (Is this about sex?)
If our dreams are actually visits to parallel universes please do not let heaven be that one. 
And if, by some horrible chance it is, please dear baby Jesus, give me more garbage bags because that place needs a lot of cleaning up. 
Thank you.

So yes, I took my walk and didn't die, as I said, but I felt like I might there for a little bit. It's hot, it's hot, it's hot. It's motherfucking hotter than hell. It's hotter than BALLS as we say around here. 

And here's the spider that is living right beside my back porch.

Two angles, neither picture very good and certainly they do not give the full accuracy of scale of size. Let me just say that I am certainly no arachnophobe but this lady is so big that if by some stroke of the devil she was in my palm, she would not fit and I would faint. 
I have many, many golden orb weavers this year but she is the Queen of them all. And I actually saw her and her tiny man mating the other day! Either that or she was just allowing him to take a nap on her. He has since disappeared. 

Well, that's the story from Lloyd this morning. I think I'll hang clothes on the line which will sterilize them in this heat and also clean out the hen house and maybe pick a few more peas and then I might sit on the couch and shell peas for hour upon hour. Yep. Sounds good to me. 

It would be wrong to take a nap. Right? 

Be well. Drink lots of water. Avoid spider webs. 

Love...Ms. Moon 


  1. I sort of know what you mean about the wordpress thing. It is very hard to understand. And even though I do not have a wordpress account, it still sometimes will not let me comment even when using my google account...jeez.

    But then again, when I blog - which admittedly isn't often - I rarely get the comments that I think I will, even from blogs that I regularly visit - (but maybe they have wordpress)... and again, I don't have wordpress.. The blogging world is hard to understand sometimes. But I thank gawd for it!

    Oh,and CONGRATULATIONS on what sounds like is going to be a girl!!! What a lovely addition that will be to your dear family

  2. And PS: WHERE the heck do all my pictures go??

  3. hot here too. not as hot as earlier in the week but hot, baby, hot. the little bit of rain last night did nothing to cool it off. when I take the little dog outside she lays in the sun while I sweat and swoon in the shade.

  4. Heh, it was hot today here too. 16 degrees! :)

    I hate Wordpress too. Hard to use, and that sign in thing is so frustrating. I use Twitter or Facebook sign ins now to circumvent it when I can.

    The tiny bullet thing does sound a bit like sex. I wouldn't worry about it, though :)

  5. 5 loads of laundry is more work than 5 days in an air-conditioned office by my lights. kudos and you have earned the right to sleep all day tomorrow.

  6. Liv- I think Wordpress sucks but a lot of people hate Blogger, too.
    And what pictures?

    Ellen Abbott- It's mindblowingly hot. It was cooler down in Roseland.

    Jo- I'll try the FB thing. Jeez.
    Is 16 hot? I have no idea.
    And I'm not worried about it. Sex is sex. We all think about it a lot.

    Angella- Well, I did a lot more than the laundry. Trust me. But I would die if I had to work in an office. Just die.

  7. You reminded me that I had clothes hanging on the line. I am back now and commenting to say thanks! :-)
    Do those spiders come in your house? And do they bite? What does Maurice think of them?

  8. It's effing hot in Seattle. Day after day after day. Hot and dry. The grass is bleached white. Leaves are already falling off the tress. And trees are dying. Everywhere.

    It sucks and makes me worried. This ain't right.

    But I love you and your expanding family.

    XXX B

  9. If you hung the washing up and everything, that's huge! And I'm sure you did lots more than that. I so felt what you said to Angela - I would die too if I had to work in an office. Completely. I tried it for a couple of months once, and I loathed it so much.

  10. Mary,
    They were all the pictures of my last art piece...there's just a grey circle with a white line through it. What's with that?

  11. I have similar issues with Blogger...seriously it's harder to comment sometimes on certain blogs than my two bits are even worth!
    I had no idea Wordpress was being a shit disturber.
    Take it from me, tulle looks cute on a baby but remember babies have leaky diapers. Tulle ain't cute if it's covered in shit. Lol! You can take that to the bank!

  12. Birdie- No. Those spiders stay outside. They are quite mannerly in that way. All spiders will bite if you torment them enough. I've never known anyone to be bitten by one of these, however. Maurice may not even know they exist. They're pretty high up.

    Beth Coyote- I know that feeling exactly. My very first blog post was about a drought here. It was most, most disturbing. May your weather cycle back to a more normal situation. We have had such good rain this year. Our expanding family loves you too!

    Mwa- I seriously don't know how people do it. I know they have to but how?

    liv- Jeez. I have no idea!
    That's terrible!

    Heartinhand- Oh, Lily knows that. She will just put that on the baby and take lots of pictures and then probably take it off. It will make her heart so happy.

  13. I, too, would freak out if one of those banana spiders got on me. They're beautiful to look at, and normally I like spiders in the abstract, and I've never known anyone to be bitten by them. (I'm not even sure they really can bite.) It's just that they are HUGE and creepy in their hugeness.

    If I remember correctly, I always comment on WordPress by typing in my name, e-mail address and blog site. I never registered for an account, which may be why I don't have more trouble.

  14. It is hot and humid here. But I did see the first sulphur butterfly the other day which means that Fall is coming here. And while I don't want time to fly past, I will be glad for some cool weather. Too damn hot to do much of anything.


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