6/27/07 11:30 pm

Why do I persist in trying to go online during thunderstorms? This time I typed the post in word and pasted—hope the formatting doesn’t get funky.

I know, I know, classic hubris: I was just being so pleased with how this blog was getting maybe 5 hits a day, and then the main blog got a very nice uptick in hits because of Jenny’s link (I’m so glad you noticed the feral ponies in that post! Their ancestors were originally circus ponies and they were released on Rodgers’ Mountain in the 30’s. The same state park is famed for its azaleas, but you have to go much further along to encounter the ponies. Ilsa was out of her mind when we met them, but I was determined not to carry the carrots I’d brought for them one more day, so I made her tough it out).

One of those people just didn’t play by the rules. Jenny, I hope it wasn’t someone you know—understand, I only know what s/he did via my statcounter, and s/he may be so blog-naive as to think s/he was invisible clicking around, but it made me realize I need to go to a password.

Leah and Phantom, you both gave me suggestions—vox and wordpress, which allow feeds on private blogs. It looks like wordpress (like blogger) will let anyone with one of their accounts read a private blog, which means that they’re NOT private at all are they? Am I right about this?

I tried to sign up for vox—I mean, I did sign up, but didn’t get much past that. This computer is too ancient (at less than five years old) and way too many links were non-functional in the version of Safari that I’m using. I’ll have to download Firefox, which I’ve had trouble doing in the past and definitely can’t do during a thunderstorm. Or I may need to find a host site that’s not geared so exclusively to people with the wherewithal to keep up with all the latest toys. It may not happen before I go, but I’ll be switching this blog to somewhere else soon—don’t worry, Leah, I’m not planning on jumping ship altogether—Rhymes with J. will stay on blogspot for the foreseeable future, anyway.

So, today’s food:

builder’s bar
milk
iced tea
co-op sandwich: festival of soy (vegetarian hoagie)
limeade drunk from Z.’s teaset
water
seltzer
black raspberries
potato salad (includes green beans and cannelini)
fresh mozzarella
the first good tomato of the season
more black raspberries
strawberries
seltzer

Uncle Donor came over and we went to a free concert in a park not too far from here. I think it’s the first time that he and I have gone out in public with Z.—we were each holding one of her hands while we walked from the car to the concert—and there is no doubt that every feature she has that doesn’t look like me can be explained by a quick glance at him. Maybe not her ears. But really, everything else.

Exercise—last night I actually got a little walking in on the way to and from the party, which was three blocks from our house, so six blocks total. Today we maybe walked a comparable amount from the car to the free concert. But this is not enough and I need to get my schedule organized but it has so far been really really hard to have anything like a predictable day with A. and Z. Last week A. didn’t get out of school til Thursday, squeezed in a hair cut that meant I had to take Z. mid-day, and then she left for the Berkshires late Friday morning.

This week has been better, I guess, but there have still dinner and lunchtime commitments and A. handed Z. off to me in the middle of the day today, and we’re leaving town on Friday, which is the day after TOMORROW and the laundry is in disarray—there is a machine there, but it’s embarrassing to show up at one’s mother’s house with dirty laundry. It’s so freshman year, you know? At least once we’re there there will be a pool in Maryland and everything we’ve planned for the rest of the week involves plenty of walking.

But that doesn’t solve the problem of exercise here. I’ll only move my body if it’s part of a routine, built into the rhythm of my day. I’ve only gone to our pool once since it opened a month ago. I need to do better than that.