Fingers crossed, I’m sitting in your email box when you get this post. If so, I just want to shout out in the spirit of MLK, “Free at Last!” “Free at Last!” I really hope I’m shedding the techno-geek hat right now. I’m so anxious to get blogging I just I couldn’t take this waiting-for-Superman thing lying down. Techno wise man was immersed in his day job. I had to take matters into my own hands. I wanted my blog back.
Photo by Alex
And if I’m looking a little haggard, it’s because hours upon hours of research and testing revealed the real Superman. On the count of three, lets all look in the mirror! Yep it’s us. That’s how the Free World works, blogs especially. Crossing over the techno border means finding your own answers. Luckily somebody wants 15 minutes of fame anyway they can get it, and if it’s tech talk on the Internet, I’m all over it. A week ago I would not have believed this about me. Blogging changes a person.
Hubby too busy to talk
My sense of empowerment heightened, I took on the sprinklers too. The planets must have been out of whack last week because along with the tech stuff going kaput, the sprinklers did too. Again, no help from techno wise man. I soon learned in text talk the definition of MOM: Masters of Multitasking. (I made that up but it could catch on.) In between blog tests, came electrical outlet tests, the one the sprinklers use. Does my electric hand mixer work on my patio? It does if the outlet is reset. My blogging research skills inspired a new path.
Who knew a passion to write could lead to a sense of newly found independence? All I can say is there is nothing fun about technology, electricity or plumbing. They are like underwear, a necessity you can’t see. And if it ain’t workin’, it’s a lot of tugging and yanking all day. Irritating. Distracting. Fix it and the world is suddenly a beautiful place. “Liberating,” one might say.
Made by my friend Missy
Blogs are usually inspired by a passion like food, fashion, politics or TECHNOLOGY and the writing comes second. I really like to write and I like to write about anything that strikes my fancy. Shoezle is a way for the words and stories swimming in my head to escape. This kind of writing is called a personal essay and we see it all the time we just don’t frame it that way. I think I was given this “personal essay feed” for most of my life. (I never would have used “feed” before last week either.) My mom bought every book Erma Bombeck ever wrote. Sunday night TV brought Andy Rooney into our family room each week. And more recently, David Sedaris’ collection of hilarious happenings got me laughing and thinking, “I want his job.” Tough shoes to fill, or shall I say “shoezles”. Let’s get blogging.
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