Where I Want To Go

I want to go to a place
Where I can find serendipity a
Where I can escape
From the travails
I’ve been dealing with
For the past six months
To a place where
Where the simplicity
Of it all is eclectic
And the splendor of it all
Is riveting.

And where it’s not so damn hot!

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (serenity), Your Daily Word Prompt (travail), The Daily Spur (simplicity), Word of the Day Challenge (eclectic), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (riveting).

This is a Test

I’m experimenting with using the dreaded block editor on my iPhone (on the WordPress iOS app) to compose this post to see if I can actually make it work.

Now I’m going to insert an image to see how easy (or hard?) that is. Ready?

I can’t figure out how to size or center the image, to edit it, or to rename it. There must be a way but it’s not intuitive.

Next, I’m going to try some fancy stuff like bold and italic text. How about underlining? That was easy enough. Now let’s see if I can link to a post here.

First impressions

My first impression is “okay.” It’s far better than trying to use the block editor on WordPress.com on an iPhone. That said, it’s more like what I called “classic lite” on the iOS app, in that there seems to be some functionality missing and I can’t yet figure out how to access it. But maybe that will take some more practice and experimentation.

Now I’m going to save this draft, preview it, and, if it looks okay, publish it. Let me know what you think.

Oh Come On, It’s September

And then there’s this bit of fun news I received late yesterday from one of the Happiness Engineers.I’m so impressed by how WordPress takes feedback from its users to heart and does its best to respond to our concerns. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m being facetious.)

Have a good Saturday, folks. Keep your cool if you can.

SoSC — Sharp Objects

SharpLinda G. Hill is giving us the word “sharp” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. She’s telling us to “use it in any or all of its definitions.”

The first thing I thought about was sharp objects, like knives or saws or scissors or arrows. And then I thought about the damage sharp objects could do. I remember my mother scolding me for running with scissors, telling me how sharp they are and how I could poke an eye out. Gross.

And speaking about sharp objects, my 7th grade shop teacher warned us about how sharp the blades on the circular saw and band saw were and he even had a poster like the one at the top of this post mounted on the wall next to the band saw.

One thing I’ve never been considered to be is a sharp dresser. I’ve always preferred comfort over style and never really embraced trendy fashions.

I never learned to read music, but I know there’s a symbol to designate a sharp note that looks like a hashtag in italics, but I have no idea what it means.I’ve always prided myself on having a sharp mind. But now that I’m a septuagenarian, I realize that my mind’s not as sharp as it used to be. I worry that it’s going to become even less sharp as I grow older and that I may someday, like Donald Trump does now, have to deal with dementia or Alzheimer’s.

And on that happy note, folks, it’s getting to be my bedtime, so I’m going to finish up this post and schedule it to publish at 6 am sharp my time.

Have a great Saturday.