Okay, a couple of emails, one bordering on winsome poetry, and a comment or two from other folks saying they missed the picture of the rustic shed on the blog convinced me to return it. I still don't really like its placement and I may consult with more web savvy folks about incorporating it into the new blog template.
The bonus is I get to put my stepson's drawing of me in the profile section. I get a kick out of that, so it's a fair trade. I'm really not certain I'm going to keep the profile section anyway. If you want to know more about me you really need a hobby, but you can always go to my homepage.
I do appreciate the feedback I've gotten from everyone; I always do...even my self appointed grammarians.
Anyway, I'm wolfing down a late night dinner after a late night walk. Then it's a quick shower and off to watch the Spurs beat the Lakers with some friends.
They sure better win...otherwise going to work almost as soon as the game ends is going to make me feel even more insane...take my word for it, that's hard to do.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Congratulations HPPAV
I don't know who visits from the east coast domain that comes up as "HPPAV" in my registry, but you're the 15,000th visitor to this blog!
You can read the footer at the bottom of the blog to see what you won!
You can read the footer at the bottom of the blog to see what you won!
New look, old crows and guinea pigs
Famous last words but I think I worked out all the bugs with the new blog template. I've swore to myself I won't waste any more time on it this afternoon. I want to get in a walk despite the looming threat of thunderstorms and I'm still debating whether to sleep the day away and then go watch the Spurs and Lakers tonight at the home of a friend. The evil cable guy finally came by and cut off my access to the only station I watch during playoff season.
The game doesn't even start until 9:30 which means if I follow through on my ludicrous scheme, I'll watch it and then come home for an hour or so before going to work. Ugh.
I visited Amy in the hospital on my way home. She's bored as you'd imagine since she's really only waiting until Thursday for them to put in a new central line. As I was walking out I did see several black birds all staring at the Emergency room sign. I'm not sure why that struck me as odd. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Yes, you guessed it. This post was really intended only to see if the changes I implemented worked.
The game doesn't even start until 9:30 which means if I follow through on my ludicrous scheme, I'll watch it and then come home for an hour or so before going to work. Ugh.
I visited Amy in the hospital on my way home. She's bored as you'd imagine since she's really only waiting until Thursday for them to put in a new central line. As I was walking out I did see several black birds all staring at the Emergency room sign. I'm not sure why that struck me as odd. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Yes, you guessed it. This post was really intended only to see if the changes I implemented worked.
Monday, May 10, 2004
A new look
I only have a moment to post. I've got a Deacons meeting to attend. I decided to take the plunge and change the look of The Main Point.
I wanted something cleaner and since Blogger has re-launched with some new templates I figured this would be as good of time as any. I am probably going to play around with it a bit more tonight to see if I can make some subtle changes to make it a bit less standardized.
We'll see.
Every once in a while a new coat of paint is nice.
I'm still using my previous commenting feature instead of the new one offered by Blogger. That way I haven't lost the insight provided in the past.
So what do you think?
I wanted something cleaner and since Blogger has re-launched with some new templates I figured this would be as good of time as any. I am probably going to play around with it a bit more tonight to see if I can make some subtle changes to make it a bit less standardized.
We'll see.
Every once in a while a new coat of paint is nice.
I'm still using my previous commenting feature instead of the new one offered by Blogger. That way I haven't lost the insight provided in the past.
So what do you think?
Change is gonna get ya!
Blogger has made some changes, and I am playing with the various templates this afternoon. If you log on and the blog looks completely different, it may be a momentary thing. If I can modify some of the new templates enough though I might keep it...who knows?
See what happens when Amy is in the hospital and I have time on my hands?
See what happens when Amy is in the hospital and I have time on my hands?
Sunday, May 09, 2004
MOM
My mom died when I was 14. She was killed by a drunk driver. She was younger than I am now and a recent widow. She's buried with my father at a veteran's cemetery in New York, which I've only been to for their funerals.
It's interesting what I recall about my mother. I remember her adopted East coast liberal leanings - both culturally and politically - being in constant conflict with her East Texas Methodist roots. I remember her anger at the injustice in the world, both close to home and far away. I know she struggled with the restrictive imagery of God sewn into her childhood. I know she wanted to know more about her own mother who died when Mom was three. I know she didn't relate particularly well with her step-mom, and other members of her family. Those are the surface things I remember, and I don't think of them often.
In truth I don't think of my mother often enough. When I do those aren't the things that come to mind.
I think about the woman who encouraged my creativity. Who relished the opportunity to immerse her sons in the sophisticated culture of New York, something she certainly never could imagine as a child growing up in the piney woods of East Texas.
I remember a woman who loved books and birds. She was strong, independent and determined, yet she often couldn't conceal her frailties. In fact sometimes she went out of her way to share them with her youngest son.
It's been 32 years since she died and in some ways I become more like her every day.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
My mom died when I was 14. She was killed by a drunk driver. She was younger than I am now and a recent widow. She's buried with my father at a veteran's cemetery in New York, which I've only been to for their funerals.
It's interesting what I recall about my mother. I remember her adopted East coast liberal leanings - both culturally and politically - being in constant conflict with her East Texas Methodist roots. I remember her anger at the injustice in the world, both close to home and far away. I know she struggled with the restrictive imagery of God sewn into her childhood. I know she wanted to know more about her own mother who died when Mom was three. I know she didn't relate particularly well with her step-mom, and other members of her family. Those are the surface things I remember, and I don't think of them often.
In truth I don't think of my mother often enough. When I do those aren't the things that come to mind.
I think about the woman who encouraged my creativity. Who relished the opportunity to immerse her sons in the sophisticated culture of New York, something she certainly never could imagine as a child growing up in the piney woods of East Texas.
I remember a woman who loved books and birds. She was strong, independent and determined, yet she often couldn't conceal her frailties. In fact sometimes she went out of her way to share them with her youngest son.
It's been 32 years since she died and in some ways I become more like her every day.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
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