In First Gear
Well, it’s good to be back behind the wheel – even if this is the second time I’ve backed out of the driveway since I began this little adventure a year ago. Let me tell you how clueless I really was when I pulled into the service center – and how clueless I remain now that I’ve left. Were it not for my son Paul, there would be no new iteration of the Karma Truck, for over the past two days I have managed to mangle two different themes, download another background entirely (which exists somewhere in a zip file that I have not been able to find, unzip or download). I cannot begin to describe what I did with the darn widget-things, all I know is that at one point, there was no room for text unless I chose to write one word per line. I have written frantic messages to my technically proficient friends who with their characteristic grace and patience, felt my pain and offered me a couple of paper bags to breathe into (except for David who has been highly amused).
And then I came down with the flu.
And tomorrow, I was going to fly to meet an adored friend of mine in warmer climes. Not according to the doctor who insists that I am grounded until the 15th.
So far, I’d say that 2013 is starting with a big, fat raspberry.
Far be it for me not to find the humor in this though. It does seem to be my proclivity to get all the yucky stuff over just as the New Year presents itself – no celebratory gestures here. I save those for later in the month, when everyone else is still recovering from their revelry. Perhaps this explains why my exuberance in late January is often viewed derisively. I have terrific rhythm though I am clearly not in sync. The upside is that I can provide the enthusiasm when everyone is struggling with the ennui of a season that feels endless, as the dearth of three-day weekends extends to unreasonable lengths. Never fear – I’ll be perking up around then.
So before I reach for more tea, grab my tissue box and dive head first under the covers, I thought I would show you the new and improved Karma Truck, and assure you that though the body may be spruced up a bit (with massive appreciation to Paul), the interior is exactly the same – it’s still just me.