The Plague . . . but still kicking

The Plague has worked its way through our sleepy little hamlet and into our household. I started getting a sore throat and lots of drainage last Wednesday evening, and by Friday I was in the doc’s office being diagnosed with some awful viral something AND a bacterial sinus infection. He laughed evilly as he explained that anyone else in the household who had been eating out of the same pot–the ones I prepared–was also doomed. Hubby hasn’t had as bad a case, but Mama fought it all day today (she didn’t come down with it until Sunday) and if she isn’t a lot better in the morning, we’ll take her back in. (We got her antibiotics already, or she’d be worse than this.) I missed the weekend! But I did get to loll around reading books and messing with the new laptop instead of doing laundry, so maybe it balances out.

I noticed the uproar over LJ’s decision to allow cross-posting of comments to the evil FB. I think the most reasoned and rational take on it that I’ve seen comes from . I am on Facebook because a number of my old friends from elementary school and from past jobs are connected there, and I can keep up with them or send them short messages of encouragement that I know they’ll get. Also, my sister-in-law and niece actually post and comment there, so I have some idea what’s going on with them. None of these people seem to check e-mail or mess with e-mail correspondence, so if I want to reach them, FB is the way. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mess with the thing–all that silly time-wasting game stuff and all the trivial commentary is irritating. I can’t see the Facebook hordes being interested in one of my long-winded LJ comments, but there you go. Just don’t re-post anything AT ALL, and you should be fine.

[If you have a serious need to remain anonymous, though, you might read this scary tale of having a dangerous job. I can’t imagine the situation. Sailor, take warning.]

There are apparently utilities being written to take the irritating boxes off of the comment form. I’m sure I’ll figure out how to do that once I can think. This stupid virus or whatever makes everything a little foggy. (Hold your witty retorts until I feel better and can understand them.)

Aha, here’s how.

It did finally rain (I challenge anyone to write that any other way that’s idiomatic), and the temps have come down to the eighties and nineties. For a native Texan, that’s a normal daily temp! Maybe my flowers will rally and have a spring bloomfest again this fall.


One, two . . . left, right . . . just keep paddling and we’ll eventually conk out

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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