To my adoring public: sorry for the hiatus. It turned out to be hard to post comments on the old super-secure blog (but – Carly & Joyce – thanks for trying …!). This one’s more open; so hopefully the interactivity thing should work much better. But it’s still intended to be for my special people – family & friends – only … hence the more anonymous handle. SoftEdges … hmmmm … not my first choice, but have you ANY idea how hard it is to find an short-ish, easy-ish-to-remember, not-too-ish-embarrassing -ish domain name these days? … sign of the times. Everyone’s just mad for that interweb thingy …
Anyway: the request not to pass the URL on to any random strangers still stands. Unless they’re hunky, obviously, in which case … <ouch!> … (Tony’s just slapped me)
Tony needs to be thanked, of course, because how else could I have set this new blog up and transferred the (admittedly meagre) contents of the old one over? I could probably have done it myself eventually (like in the time it took to translate the Rosetta Stone) … but by that time, we’d all have been dead. If life is too short to stuff a mushroom (as Shirley Conran – apparently – once said), then it’s certainly too short to be trying to do what Tony could do much more quickly and easily (and classily, of course) than I.
The photo here is of the tulips on Michigan Avenue, on my daily walk to work. Sadly I only had my camera-phone on me when I snapped it, so you don’t really get how vivid they look. Or maybe it’s me who doesn’t get how normal they look … after five months in the freezer (Chicago winter), when everything’s grey and brown, any splash of colour strikes the eye like a pistol-shot. There’s something very healthy about living in a climate this extreme: I notice everything … and get wierdly excited by the arrival of things I wouldn’t even see (or feel, hear, or smell) in a more temperate climate.