I had/have this crazy idea that I would spend a bit of time this winter doing “homework”. It seems there is a plethora of it this winter but I am quite certain spring will have sprung and I will not have done an ounce of what I set out to do in regards to this particular list.
But bear with me as it did lead me to this “the real list“. This was written in the fall of 2017 when a pandemic outbreak was like a history lesson or a science fiction movie. It wasn’t something that was on my radar. But even then, without Covid, I knew what made my world go around. It was and still is our family and friends. It’s spending time together bonding over fitness or food or both with perhaps a brew thrown in.
I want all that back and yes, I know I am not alone in this. I also recognize that I am blessed with outside visits as the littles aren’t babies and they live local. But waiting is for the birds hence the name of today’s blog and the take off from the theme for Terri Sunday Stills photo prompt of Feeding the Birds. See Terri’s photographs on her blog, Second Wind Leisure. While it was supposed to be about birds I kind of spun it around as I am not much of a bird person, to which those who know me IRL just laughed like crazy over that understatement.
Outside visits, walks and fires are fun for sure (when the weather cooperates) but sitting down to a card game, desserts or a brew is equally as fun when it’s inside and the wind is howling.
So I struggled, once again, last week when the newest public health orders came down that it is another month of only your own household bubble. No inside visits in any one else’s house which means no kisses and no cuddles with the little ones. More video book reading on cold days and blowing kisses good night on video messaging. It means no visits with my elderly mother, supper parties or any dessert club nights. It means more quiet time at home to do a puzzle I am not excited about.
Then to add insult to injury last week I had a new Covid dream. In this one I’m in a building that’s like a maze and I can’t get out. There are all these rooms filled with people; think art gallery with windows but in a hospital setting. Yeah I know it’s weird. I go from room to room to room. Some people I know and some I don’t but most are unmasked. Everyone is happy and chatting and I am frantically trying to leave each space but someone wants to talk with me. Someone rips off my mask saying they want to see me smile. I run and the next room is a dead end. I wake up almost hyperventilating and vividly remember all the details. I can’t decide if it’s better than the one where I get trampled outside of the Tube entrance in London or not.
Right, I got sidetracked didn’t I?Back to my plan – I thought I had all this time and would revisit all my blog posts and do some homework. Clean up the spelling mistakes, take out any links that didn’t work and sort out categories, tags and some photo fails. Seems like a good idea until I realize I have 1000+ blog posts and thousands of photos. Just scrolling back 3 years took eons. I started this thing a long time before that. Plus the one that really needs the homework is the original house blog (1918 Eaton’s Eager) as it lost a lot in the shuffle over from one host domain to another.
So here is a question for bloggers. Do you keep a “master list” of posts with categories? I can see how nicely it would work in an Excel spreadsheet. I suspect I know who, from the regular blog writers that are readers here, will answer in which direction. So while the question is out there I know ultimately the decision is mine. Write in the current or clean up past entries. There are no
blogging police, no rights or wrongs in categories, word counts or photos. So I guess we all know which direction I am leaning towards. The only push to do it would be that my titles are often obscure references to something inside the blog and for the life of me I can’t remember what a particular post is about by the title.
So while waiting is for birds and my patience seems to wear thin I shall do my best to stay inspired and motivated. Heck I managed to turn this prompt into a dual purpose of a post. That, I can guarantee, in 5 years I won’t remember what the obscure title means!