in which I write about stuff
I feel a little high-wire-like today — hey, I completely forgot to do anything for Valentine’s Day! — so I’ll take a chance seeing how other see me.
(Assuming they see me at all, of course.)
I also have this fits-and-starts entry perlocating along in my head, which hopefully I’ll get to before I forget what I wa going to say!
I spent a shocking portion of my day bashing my head up against various chunks of PHP madness.? Now I feel stoopid.
(anybody know anything about bloxsom flavours, particularly for bloxsom.php?!)
I finally figured out how to get it all working again, well, except for the poetry that was irretreviably lost.
Big shout-out to Ralph, who made a suggestion (in one of the two entries in the temporary blog) that got me going.
FYI: I uploaded the old tables into the database, added a 2nd install of 2.0 and upgraded it, then pointed the 1st install of 2.0 to the old tables. I think.
Of the core bits of my site, the only part that’s left to work on is the “about” section. The old stuff may or may not come back. (I’d love to get a round tuit for my birthday this year.)
I suppose it begs the question why I use 4 different programs to maintain my site. Mostly it’s because I like each bit for something slightly different, also I like to keep up on a variety of tools. Something about having a hammer making everything look like a nail. No one program is always the answer.
As for media diet in particular, I just enjoy having something of (mostly) my own making to futz about with now and again.
I’m going to make sure that my stuff and C’s stuff are all on the same webhost, and close down what will then be an extraneous account. It may take a bit of finagling to get everything in place, and there will almost certainly be glitches. Thank you for your patience. 😉
As mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been referred to the orthopedist, and that appointment was this morning.
It started with lots of paperwork, because it isn’t a group health orthopedist, but an outside provider. Apparently they don’t have one in the medical center in Oly anymore. Then X-rays.
Oh, computers do rock my world sometimes…while I was waiting for the actual doctor, the Xrays were up on the screen in the room, clear and easy to see, not that I could interpret them or anything.
She poked and prodded and twisted my leg, looked at the X-rays, and the verdict, for now? Probably something wrong with the meniscus, almost certainly arthritis in the knee. I’ll be going back for an MRI once group health has done the secret handshake with the doctor’s office, and that should be more definite.
But holey moley, arthritis! How’s that for making a gal feel old? At least it makes me feel more serious about getting some damn exercise.